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Pagina 40 - tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark. Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ?
Pagina 125 - strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. " Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart As showers from the clouds of summer Or tears from the eyelids start. " Who through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his
Pagina 45 - heav"d forth such groans, That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting ; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase ; and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook. Augmenting it with tears.
Pagina 56 - claim the same praise for Glo'ster's opening speech:— " Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that lowr"d upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried." And now, having run through more than twenty of
Pagina 116 - One word more and I have done. Johnson asks, " What image of tenderness can be excited by these lines ?— " ' We drove a-field, and both together heard, What time the grey fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night
Pagina 51 - Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster ; And being fed by us, you used us so As that ungentle gull the cuckoo's bird Useth the sparrow; did oppress our nest; Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk, That even our love durst not come near your sight, For fear of swallowing.
Pagina 53 - surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold ; The civil citizens kneading up the honey ; The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate ; The sad-eyM justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors
Pagina 35 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks ; When turtles tread, and rooks and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo, then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo;
Pagina 48 - take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in bis
Pagina 230 - like a flock of sheep— I heard the murmur, and the murmuring sound, In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease; and of its joy secure, The heart luxuriates with indifferent things, Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones, And on the vacant air. Then up I rose, And