The County [afterw.] Country miscellany, ed. by H. BurgessHenry Burgess (of Luton) 1836 |
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... flower blasted in the bud , without regretting that it has not accomplished the purposes of its existence : much more do I lament that God's best work should thus be marred . The intellect has never developed itself , which might have ...
... flower blasted in the bud , without regretting that it has not accomplished the purposes of its existence : much more do I lament that God's best work should thus be marred . The intellect has never developed itself , which might have ...
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... flowers , with folded petals mourned his par- tial absence . The reappearance of the full orb of day dif- fused universal gladness ; the load which oppressed man's curious spirit was removed ; and the feathered tribes sung over again ...
... flowers , with folded petals mourned his par- tial absence . The reappearance of the full orb of day dif- fused universal gladness ; the load which oppressed man's curious spirit was removed ; and the feathered tribes sung over again ...
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... flowering , you might fill me a box every quarter of a year ; and surely some neigh- bours would send a few snowdrops , crocuses , & c . , and other trifles . All your weeds , even your nettles and thistles , are taken the greatest care ...
... flowering , you might fill me a box every quarter of a year ; and surely some neigh- bours would send a few snowdrops , crocuses , & c . , and other trifles . All your weeds , even your nettles and thistles , are taken the greatest care ...
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... flower . Youth's morn has fled , old age come on , But sin distracts my soul alone ; Beloved Saviour , let not me In thy kind heart forgotten be ! ' The above lines were translated into English by the late Rev. Mr. Thomason . " Higgins ...
... flower . Youth's morn has fled , old age come on , But sin distracts my soul alone ; Beloved Saviour , let not me In thy kind heart forgotten be ! ' The above lines were translated into English by the late Rev. Mr. Thomason . " Higgins ...
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... above that charnel - ground ; The tale of other years disclosed within that vault to me , " That man is like the fallen flower , " a record sure shall be . THE FEAR OF PAPISTS . I AM often amused at THE TALE OF A SKULL . 103.
... above that charnel - ground ; The tale of other years disclosed within that vault to me , " That man is like the fallen flower , " a record sure shall be . THE FEAR OF PAPISTS . I AM often amused at THE TALE OF A SKULL . 103.
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Page 146 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 14 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 84 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Page 218 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfum'd with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew, Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.
Page 88 - Touching musical harmony, whether by instrument or by voice, it being but of high and low in sounds a due proportionable disposition, such notwithstanding is the force thereof, and so pleasing effects it hath in that very part of man which is most divine, that some have been thereby induced to think that the soul itself by nature is, or hath in it harmony...
Page 263 - tis like a camel, indeed. HAMLET. Methinks it is like a weasel. POLONIUS. It is backed like a weasel. HAMLET. Or like a whale? POLONIUS. Very like a whale.
Page 130 - The first tabernacle to Hope we will build, And look for the sleepers around us to rise ; The second to Faith, which insures it fulfilled ; And the third to the LAMB of the great sacrifice, Who bequeathed us them both when he rose to the skies.
Page 149 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Page 89 - So that although we lay altogether aside the consideration of ditty or matter, the very harmony of sounds being framed in due sort and carried from the ear to the spiritual faculties of our souls, is by a native puissance and efficacy greatly available to bring to a perfect temper whatsoever is there troubled, apt as well to quicken the spirits as to allay that which is too eager, sovereign against melancholy and despair, forcible to draw forth tears of devotion if the mind be such as can yield them,...
Page 150 - And flowering weeds and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness, Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...