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... . This elegant Rose had I shaken it less . Might have bloomed with its owner awhile ; And the tear , that is wip'd with a little address . May be follow'd perhaps with a smile . WILLIAM COWPER of the Inner Temple Eag : in yo.
... . This elegant Rose had I shaken it less . Might have bloomed with its owner awhile ; And the tear , that is wip'd with a little address . May be follow'd perhaps with a smile . WILLIAM COWPER of the Inner Temple Eag : in yo.
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... tears , and cried out , “ If it be a delusion , then am I the happiest of beings . " During the remainder of the day , which he spent with this affectionate brother , the truth of the above assertion became so increasingly evident to ...
... tears , and cried out , “ If it be a delusion , then am I the happiest of beings . " During the remainder of the day , which he spent with this affectionate brother , the truth of the above assertion became so increasingly evident to ...
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... Tears of a Painter Spe Finis The Maze 261 • 262 · ib . Nemo Miser nisi comparatus No Sorrow peculiar to the Sufferer Limax 263 ib . 264 The Snail ib . Eques Academicus 265 The Cantab 266 The Salad , by Virgil 267 From the Greek of ...
... Tears of a Painter Spe Finis The Maze 261 • 262 · ib . Nemo Miser nisi comparatus No Sorrow peculiar to the Sufferer Limax 263 ib . 264 The Snail ib . Eques Academicus 265 The Cantab 266 The Salad , by Virgil 267 From the Greek of ...
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... which we never should have past , Had not Trivicius by the way Receiv'd us at the close of day . But each was forc'd at ent'ring here To pay the tribute of a tear , For more of smoke than fire was seen- The hearth JOURNEY TO BRUNDUSIUM .
... which we never should have past , Had not Trivicius by the way Receiv'd us at the close of day . But each was forc'd at ent'ring here To pay the tribute of a tear , For more of smoke than fire was seen- The hearth JOURNEY TO BRUNDUSIUM .
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... tear , When virtue bids it flow . For , when it streams from that pure source , No bribes the heart can win , To check , or alter from its course The luxury within . Peace to the phlegm of sullen elves , Who , if from labour eas'd ...
... tear , When virtue bids it flow . For , when it streams from that pure source , No bribes the heart can win , To check , or alter from its course The luxury within . Peace to the phlegm of sullen elves , Who , if from labour eas'd ...
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Page 232 - semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allay'd, No- light propitious shone; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, We perish'd each alone : But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he.
Page 224 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
Page 223 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will...
Page 193 - Thy popularity, and art become (Unless verse rescue thee awhile) a thing Forgotten, as the foliage of thy youth.
Page 231 - Nor, cruel as it seemed, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight in such a sea Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted and his friends so nigh. He long survives who lives an hour In ocean self-upheld: And so long he with unspent power His destiny repelled; And ever as the minutes flew Entreated help, or cried Adieu!
Page 64 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Page 211 - That ere through age or woe I shed my wings I may record thy worth with honour due, In verse as musical as thou art true, And that immortalizes whom it sings:— But thou hast little need. There is a Book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light, On which the eyes of God not rarely look, A chronicle of actions just and bright — There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine ; And since thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine...
Page 63 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed, .
Page 194 - Thought cannot spend itself, comparing still The great and little of thy lot, thy growth From almost nullity into a state Of matchless grandeur, and declension thence, Slow, into such magnificent decay. Time was, when, settling on thy leaf, a fly Could shake thee to the root — and time has been When tempests could not.
Page 231 - Delay'd not to bestow. But he (they knew) nor ship nor shore, Whate'er they gave, should visit more. Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh.