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... Leaving the University . 232 XII . To his Mother . His Voyage from Dover . Description of Calais . Abbeville . Amiens . Face of the Country , and Dress of the People XIII . To Mr. Weft . Monuments of the Kings of France at St. Denis ...
... Leaving the University . 232 XII . To his Mother . His Voyage from Dover . Description of Calais . Abbeville . Amiens . Face of the Country , and Dress of the People XIII . To Mr. Weft . Monuments of the Kings of France at St. Denis ...
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... leave , in dust to rest . Methinks I hear , in accents low , The sportive kind reply : Poor moralift ! and what art thou ? A folitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets , No hive haft thou of hoarded fweets , No painted plumage ...
... leave , in dust to rest . Methinks I hear , in accents low , The sportive kind reply : Poor moralift ! and what art thou ? A folitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets , No hive haft thou of hoarded fweets , No painted plumage ...
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... leave us leifure to be good . Light they disperse , and with them go The fummer friend , the flatt'ring foe ; By vain Profperity received , To her they vow their truth , and are again believed . Wisdom in fable garb array'd , Immersed ...
... leave us leifure to be good . Light they disperse , and with them go The fummer friend , the flatt'ring foe ; By vain Profperity received , To her they vow their truth , and are again believed . Wisdom in fable garb array'd , Immersed ...
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... Leave me unblefs'd , unpitied , here to mourn : In yon bright track , that fires the western skies , They melt , they vanish from my eyes . But oh ! what folemn fcenes on Snowdon's height Descending flow their glittering skirts unroll ...
... Leave me unblefs'd , unpitied , here to mourn : In yon bright track , that fires the western skies , They melt , they vanish from my eyes . But oh ! what folemn fcenes on Snowdon's height Descending flow their glittering skirts unroll ...
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... Leave me , leave me to repose . ODIN . Once again my call obey , * Prophetess , arise , and say , What dangers Odin's child await , Who the author of his fate ? PROPHETESS . In Hoder's hand the hero's doom ; His brother fends him to the ...
... Leave me , leave me to repose . ODIN . Once again my call obey , * Prophetess , arise , and say , What dangers Odin's child await , Who the author of his fate ? PROPHETESS . In Hoder's hand the hero's doom ; His brother fends him to the ...
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Page 74 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 73 - 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...
Page 75 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 5 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Page 17 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Page 80 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 12 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 27 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Page 13 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 48 - Strains of Immortality! Horror covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the sun.