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Side 11
... Poor trespasser ! he'll make it smart ; For hid among the flowers ' t will find Set traps of most imprisoning kind ; And may be tangled ere aware , Within the mesh of tresses there . Those eye - darts shot by Cupid's bow , Would soon to ...
... Poor trespasser ! he'll make it smart ; For hid among the flowers ' t will find Set traps of most imprisoning kind ; And may be tangled ere aware , Within the mesh of tresses there . Those eye - darts shot by Cupid's bow , Would soon to ...
Side 12
... Poor soul ! ' t were pity she should burn With passion I can ne'er return : I'll gaze , not love : my course is plain ; I'll reap the bliss , and leave the pain . A pleasant life , to roam at will On Beauty's walks attendant still ...
... Poor soul ! ' t were pity she should burn With passion I can ne'er return : I'll gaze , not love : my course is plain ; I'll reap the bliss , and leave the pain . A pleasant life , to roam at will On Beauty's walks attendant still ...
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... Poor Jack ! ' exclaimed Jeremiah , ' I am afraid you will not be able to bear up under this pelting storm . I do not care for myself ; this cold rain and these rough roads do not make me feel half as un- comfortable and wretched as I ...
... Poor Jack ! ' exclaimed Jeremiah , ' I am afraid you will not be able to bear up under this pelting storm . I do not care for myself ; this cold rain and these rough roads do not make me feel half as un- comfortable and wretched as I ...
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... poor hu- manity is only about to put on its best garments . The religion which saves man from fear , and does most for Hope and Love , the direct- ness and grasp of Faith before the uncertain issues of Intellect , is the best ; and this ...
... poor hu- manity is only about to put on its best garments . The religion which saves man from fear , and does most for Hope and Love , the direct- ness and grasp of Faith before the uncertain issues of Intellect , is the best ; and this ...
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... Poor Negro ! for the joy he afforded the nimble feet of men and women ; for his skill in his art , ( for he had ' a reasonable good ear for jigs , ' though for sonatas , and such like , they gave him , the spleen , ) and for his ...
... Poor Negro ! for the joy he afforded the nimble feet of men and women ; for his skill in his art , ( for he had ' a reasonable good ear for jigs , ' though for sonatas , and such like , they gave him , the spleen , ) and for his ...
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Side 419 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Side 419 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Side 443 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Side 335 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Side 444 - ... which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Side 419 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Side 444 - Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly.
Side 443 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Side 419 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Side 333 - In such a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.