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... , Love Virtue ; she alone is free : She can teach thee how to climb Higher than the sphery chime ; Or if Virtue feeble were , Heaven itself would stoop to her . ALEXANDER'S FEAST . ' TWAS By Philip's warlike son : 122 COMUS .
... , Love Virtue ; she alone is free : She can teach thee how to climb Higher than the sphery chime ; Or if Virtue feeble were , Heaven itself would stoop to her . ALEXANDER'S FEAST . ' TWAS By Philip's warlike son : 122 COMUS .
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Book. ALEXANDER'S FEAST . ' TWAS By Philip's warlike son : Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne : His valiant peers were plac'd around , Their brows with. WAS at the royal feast , for Persia won , TARTANA , OR ...
Book. ALEXANDER'S FEAST . ' TWAS By Philip's warlike son : Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne : His valiant peers were plac'd around , Their brows with. WAS at the royal feast , for Persia won , TARTANA , OR ...
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... Twas but a kindred sound to move ; For pity melts the mind to love . Softly sweet in Lydian measures , Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures ; War , he sung , is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending , still ...
... Twas but a kindred sound to move ; For pity melts the mind to love . Softly sweet in Lydian measures , Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures ; War , he sung , is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending , still ...
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... ' gainst their interest and their bravery strove . ' Twas they could boast their freedom with proud Rome , And arm'd in steel , despise the senate's doom ; Whilst o'er the globe their eagle they display'd , And 132 TARTANA , OR THE PLAID .
... ' gainst their interest and their bravery strove . ' Twas they could boast their freedom with proud Rome , And arm'd in steel , despise the senate's doom ; Whilst o'er the globe their eagle they display'd , And 132 TARTANA , OR THE PLAID .
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... Twas built with turrets on a rising ground , And strong , and large , and unimprov'd around ; Its owner's temper , timorous and severe , Unkind and griping , caus'd a desert there . As near the miser's heavy door they drew , Fierce ...
... Twas built with turrets on a rising ground , And strong , and large , and unimprov'd around ; Its owner's temper , timorous and severe , Unkind and griping , caus'd a desert there . As near the miser's heavy door they drew , Fierce ...
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Página 355 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Página 194 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 341 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide : Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
Página 42 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Página 164 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And Desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Página 170 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 354 - And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say — What manner of man art thou?
Página 165 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Página 171 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Página 44 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.