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Pagina 27
... heart . Yet , here will love its last attentions pay , And place memorials on these beds of clay . Large level stones lie flat upon the grave , And half a century's sun and tempest brave ; But many an honest tear and heartfelt sigh Have ...
... heart . Yet , here will love its last attentions pay , And place memorials on these beds of clay . Large level stones lie flat upon the grave , And half a century's sun and tempest brave ; But many an honest tear and heartfelt sigh Have ...
Pagina 30
... heart , and held the aching head : She came with smiles the hour of pain to cheer ; Apart she sigh'd ; alone , she shed the tear ; Then , as if breaking from a cloud , she gave Fresh light , and gilt the prospect of the grave . One day ...
... heart , and held the aching head : She came with smiles the hour of pain to cheer ; Apart she sigh'd ; alone , she shed the tear ; Then , as if breaking from a cloud , she gave Fresh light , and gilt the prospect of the grave . One day ...
Pagina 38
... heart to move ; It led his patient spirit where it paid Its languid offerings to a listening maid ; She , with her widow'd mother , heard him speak , And sought awhile to find what he would seek : Smiling he came , he smiled when he ...
... heart to move ; It led his patient spirit where it paid Its languid offerings to a listening maid ; She , with her widow'd mother , heard him speak , And sought awhile to find what he would seek : Smiling he came , he smiled when he ...
Pagina 39
... heart desired ; " I am escaped , " he said , when none pursued ; When none attack'd him , " I am unsubdued ; " " Oh pleasing pangs of love , " he sang again , Cold to the joy , and stranger to the pain . Ev'n in his age would he address ...
... heart desired ; " I am escaped , " he said , when none pursued ; When none attack'd him , " I am unsubdued ; " " Oh pleasing pangs of love , " he sang again , Cold to the joy , and stranger to the pain . Ev'n in his age would he address ...
Pagina 47
... heart is soften'd , and he hears Her voice with pity ; he respects her tears ; His stubborn features half admit a smile , And his tone softens- " Well ! I'll wait awhile . " Pity ! a man so good , so mild , so meek , At such an age ...
... heart is soften'd , and he hears Her voice with pity ; he respects her tears ; His stubborn features half admit a smile , And his tone softens- " Well ! I'll wait awhile . " Pity ! a man so good , so mild , so meek , At such an age ...
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Pagina 375 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Pagina 205 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Pagina 350 - Or sadly listen to the tuneless cry Of fishing gull or clanging golden-eye; What time the sea-birds to the marsh would come, And the loud bittern, from the bull-rush home, Gave from the salt ditch side the bellowing boom...
Pagina 385 - At the paternal door a carriage stands, Love knits their hearts and Hymen joins their hands. Ah ! — world unknown ! how charming is thy view, Thy pleasures many, and each pleasure new : Ah ! — world experienced ! what of thee is told ? How few thy pleasures, and those few how old...
Pagina 10 - Then the broad bosom of the Ocean keeps An equal motion; swelling as it sleeps, Then slowly sinking; curling to the Strand, Faint, lazy Waves o'ercreep the ridgy Sand, Or tap the tarry Boat with gentle blow, And back return in silence, smooth and slow.
Pagina 30 - I go," he said ; but as he spoke, she found His hand more cold, and fluttering was the sound ; Then...
Pagina 375 - Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd ; The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot, As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...
Pagina 11 - But nearer land you may the billows trace, As if contending in their watery chase ; May watch the mightiest till the shoal they reach, Then break and hurry to their utmost stretch ; CuiTd as they come, they strike with furious force, And then re-flowing, take their grating course, Raking the rounded flints, which ages past Roll'd by their rage, and shall to ages last.
Pagina 5 - With ceaseless motion comes and goes the tide, Flowing, it fills the channel vast and wide ; Then back to sea, with strong majestic sweep It rolls, in ebb yet terrible and deep ; Here sampire-banks (v) and salt-wort <•') bound the flood, There stakes and sea-weeds withering on the mud ; And higher up, a ridge of all things base, Which some strong tide has roll'd upon the place.
Pagina 6 - See! the long keel, which soon the waves must hide; See! the strong ribs which form the roomy side; Bolts yielding slowly to the sturdiest stroke, And planks which curve and crackle in the smoke. Around the whole rise cloudy wreaths, and far Bear the warm pungence of o'er-boiling tar.