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... o'er , As punished for the sin . Fool ! had that bough a pumpkin bore , Thy whimsies would have worked no more , Nor skull have kept them in ! -- The Countess of Winchelsea . Oh , ne'er with wits profane to range , Be complaisance ...
... o'er , As punished for the sin . Fool ! had that bough a pumpkin bore , Thy whimsies would have worked no more , Nor skull have kept them in ! -- The Countess of Winchelsea . Oh , ne'er with wits profane to range , Be complaisance ...
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... narrow gate ; The sad - eyed justice , with his surly hum , Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone . - Shakespere . Beginning . The first step towards accomplishment , which perseve- SUNBEAMS FOR ALL SEASONS . 21.
... narrow gate ; The sad - eyed justice , with his surly hum , Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone . - Shakespere . Beginning . The first step towards accomplishment , which perseve- SUNBEAMS FOR ALL SEASONS . 21.
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... o'er the green fields , Through the summer hours , Bathing in the sunbeams , Gazing at the flowers , Swinging on the branches Of the forest high , Spreading wide their pinions In the azure sky . Sipping from the blossoms Sweetest ...
... o'er the green fields , Through the summer hours , Bathing in the sunbeams , Gazing at the flowers , Swinging on the branches Of the forest high , Spreading wide their pinions In the azure sky . Sipping from the blossoms Sweetest ...
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... o'er its waters so sparkling and sweet ; And where is the hand that would dare to divide Even Wisdom's grave self from the owl by her side ? Beautiful creatures of freedom and light ! Oh ! where is the eye that groweth not bright As it ...
... o'er its waters so sparkling and sweet ; And where is the hand that would dare to divide Even Wisdom's grave self from the owl by her side ? Beautiful creatures of freedom and light ! Oh ! where is the eye that groweth not bright As it ...
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... o'er , When Byron's verse can charm no more , When Milton's heavenly muse we scout , And Shakespere's magic light is out ; When Dickens , Smollett , Jerrold , Fielding , Have lost the power of pleasure yielding ; When music is no longer ...
... o'er , When Byron's verse can charm no more , When Milton's heavenly muse we scout , And Shakespere's magic light is out ; When Dickens , Smollett , Jerrold , Fielding , Have lost the power of pleasure yielding ; When music is no longer ...
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angel Barry Cornwall beauty Bernardo Tasso better birds bless blest breast breath bright charm cheerful child clouds Countess of Winchelsea dark dear death doth dream earth Eliza Cook eternity eyes faith fear feeling felonious flight flowers fools gentle give gold grave hand happy hath heart heaven honour hope hour human labour life's light live look man's marriage matter philosophy mind moral morning nature Nature's never night o'er pain passion peace pleasure poor prayer proud rainbow Children religion rich round Shakespere sigh Sir Walter Scott sleep smile soft sorrow soul speak spirit storm of passion sunbeam sweet tear tell temper thee thine things Thomas Brown thought To-day to-morrow toil true truth virtue voice waves Way-marks wear weary wind wise woman words young youth
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Página 85 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 17 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Página 45 - Happy the man*, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Página 204 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly...
Página 75 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us; He knows each chord, — its various tone, Each spring, — its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute; We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 266 - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit constant pay receives, Is...
Página 117 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar - for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! - May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 229 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 17 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Página 204 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...