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... Poor Rover ! Good Dog ! how I wish you could tell What it is that you do understand : But of this I am sure , that you love us both well , As you say by a lick of my hand . And a wag of the tail means , ' Thank you , And bow - wow ' a ...
... Poor Rover ! Good Dog ! how I wish you could tell What it is that you do understand : But of this I am sure , that you love us both well , As you say by a lick of my hand . And a wag of the tail means , ' Thank you , And bow - wow ' a ...
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... poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon alms - house , neat , but void of state , Where age and want sit smiling at the gate ; Him portioned maids , apprenticed orphans blest , The young who labour ...
... poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon alms - house , neat , but void of state , Where age and want sit smiling at the gate ; Him portioned maids , apprenticed orphans blest , The young who labour ...
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... . And now a gallant tomb they raise , With costly sculpture decked ; And marbles storied with his praise Poor Gelert's bones protect . THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL , AND GRASSHOPPER'S FEAST . 33 22 32 LLEWELLYN AND THE GREYHOUND .
... . And now a gallant tomb they raise , With costly sculpture decked ; And marbles storied with his praise Poor Gelert's bones protect . THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL , AND GRASSHOPPER'S FEAST . 33 22 32 LLEWELLYN AND THE GREYHOUND .
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... Poor Gelert's dying yell ! 24 . And till great Snowdon's rocks grow old , And cease the storm to brave , The consecrated spot shall hold The name of Gelert's Grave . THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL , AND THE GRASSHOPPER'S FEAST . 1 . COME , take ...
... Poor Gelert's dying yell ! 24 . And till great Snowdon's rocks grow old , And cease the storm to brave , The consecrated spot shall hold The name of Gelert's Grave . THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL , AND THE GRASSHOPPER'S FEAST . 1 . COME , take ...
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... poor . 9 . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave . 10 . Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault ...
... poor . 9 . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave . 10 . Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault ...
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Page 168 - Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ; for ye behold Him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle His throne rejoicing : ye in heaven ; On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Page 105 - At church with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Page 55 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 179 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power.
Page 55 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Page 35 - How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will ; Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill...
Page 39 - The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Page 103 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 180 - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Page 57 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.