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... night : nor these alone , whofe notes Nice fingered art must emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that swim fublime In ftill repeated circles , fcreaming loud , The jay , the pie , and even the boding owl , That hails the ...
... night : nor these alone , whofe notes Nice fingered art must emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that swim fublime In ftill repeated circles , fcreaming loud , The jay , the pie , and even the boding owl , That hails the ...
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... nights without a groan . By ceafelefs action all that is fubfifts , Conftant rotation of the unwearied wheel That nature rides upon maintains her health , Her beauty , her fertility . She dreads An inftant's pause , and lives but while ...
... nights without a groan . By ceafelefs action all that is fubfifts , Conftant rotation of the unwearied wheel That nature rides upon maintains her health , Her beauty , her fertility . She dreads An inftant's pause , and lives but while ...
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... night . A tattered apron hides , Worn as a cloak , and hardly hides , a gown More tattered ftill ; and both but ill conceal A bofom heaved with never - ceafing fighs . She begs an idle pin of all the meets , And hoards them in her ...
... night . A tattered apron hides , Worn as a cloak , and hardly hides , a gown More tattered ftill ; and both but ill conceal A bofom heaved with never - ceafing fighs . She begs an idle pin of all the meets , And hoards them in her ...
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... night of what the day denied . Alas ! expect it not . We found no bait To tempt us in thy country . Doing good , Difinterefted good , is not our trade . We travel far , ' tis true , but not for nought ; And must be bribed to compass ...
... night of what the day denied . Alas ! expect it not . We found no bait To tempt us in thy country . Doing good , Difinterefted good , is not our trade . We travel far , ' tis true , but not for nought ; And must be bribed to compass ...
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... like mine . Yes - thou mayeft eat thy bread , and lick the hand That feeds thee ; thou mayeft frolic on the floor At evening , and at night retire fecure To thy ftraw couch , and slumber unalarmed ; For 84 BOOK 111 . THE TASK .
... like mine . Yes - thou mayeft eat thy bread , and lick the hand That feeds thee ; thou mayeft frolic on the floor At evening , and at night retire fecure To thy ftraw couch , and slumber unalarmed ; For 84 BOOK 111 . THE TASK .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
becauſe beft beneath caufe cauſe charms cloſe courſe dæmons defign delight diftant dream earth eaſe elfe eſcape facred fafe faft fame fave fcene fcorn fear fecure feed feek feel feems ferve fhall fide figh fight filent fince firft fleep flower fmiles foft fome fong foon foul fpirits ftands ftill ftorm ftream ftroke fuch fweet grace happineſs heart heaven himſelf honour houſe itſelf juft laft laſt leaft leaſt lefs loft meaſure mind moft moſt mufic muft muſt myſelf nature Nebaioth never once paſs peace pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe purpoſe reft rife ſcene ſchool ſeem ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſkies ſkill ſmile ſmooth ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtill ſuch ſweet tafte taſk thee thefe their's themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand treaſure truft truth uſe virtue wafte whofe whoſe wiſdom wiſh worth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 36 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Página 35 - My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Página 214 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain for us ! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy, Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
Página 206 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Página 37 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; * if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country, and their shackles, fall.
Página 217 - Come then, and, added to thy many crowns, Receive yet one, the crown of all the earth, Thou who alone art worthy ! it was thine By ancient covenant, ere Nature's birth ; And thou hast made it thine by purchase since, And overpaid its value with thy blood. Thy saints proclaim thee king ; and in their hearts Thy title is engraven with a pen Dipp'd in the fountain of eternal love.
Página 118 - Me oft has fancy, ludicrous and wild, Soothed with a waking dream of houses, towers, Trees, churches, and strange visages expressed In the red cinders, while with poring eye I gazed, myself creating what I saw.
Página 185 - The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Página 329 - And swing his rump around. His frisking was at evening hours, For then he lost his fear, But most before approaching showers Or when a storm drew near. Eight years and five round-rolling moons He thus saw steal away, Dozing out all his idle noons, And every night at play. I kept him for his humour's sake, For he would oft beguile My heart of thoughts that made it ache, And force me to a smile.
Página 13 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...