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... keeps ; 205 For ever murmurs , and for ever weeps ; Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore , And bathes the forest where she ranged before . In her chaste current oft the goddess laves , And with celestial tears augments the waves ...
... keeps ; 205 For ever murmurs , and for ever weeps ; Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore , And bathes the forest where she ranged before . In her chaste current oft the goddess laves , And with celestial tears augments the waves ...
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... keep , And pitying saints , whose statues learn to weep ! Though cold like you , unmoved and silent grown , I have not yet forgot myself to stone . All is not Heaven's while Abelard has part ; 25 Still rebel nature holds out half my ...
... keep , And pitying saints , whose statues learn to weep ! Though cold like you , unmoved and silent grown , I have not yet forgot myself to stone . All is not Heaven's while Abelard has part ; 25 Still rebel nature holds out half my ...
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... keep the sense ? And love the offender , yet detest the offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove ? Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal task ! a passion to resign , 185 190 195 For hearts so touch'd , so pierced ...
... keep the sense ? And love the offender , yet detest the offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove ? Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal task ! a passion to resign , 185 190 195 For hearts so touch'd , so pierced ...
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... keep ; ' Obedient slumbers , that can wake and weep ; ' Desires composed , affections ever even ; 205 211 Tears that delight , and sighs that waft to heaven : Grace shines around her with serenest beams , 215 And whispering angels ...
... keep ; ' Obedient slumbers , that can wake and weep ; ' Desires composed , affections ever even ; 205 211 Tears that delight , and sighs that waft to heaven : Grace shines around her with serenest beams , 215 And whispering angels ...
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... keep ; We cannot blame indeed - but we may sleep . In wit , as nature , what affects our hearts Is not the exactness of peculiar parts ; ' Tis not a lip or eye we beauty call ; But the joint force and full result of all . 236 240 245 ...
... keep ; We cannot blame indeed - but we may sleep . In wit , as nature , what affects our hearts Is not the exactness of peculiar parts ; ' Tis not a lip or eye we beauty call ; But the joint force and full result of all . 236 240 245 ...
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Side 72 - whispers through the trees ;' If crystal streams ' with pleasing murmurs creep," The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with 'sleep;' Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
Side 196 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Side 70 - Its gaudy colours spreads on every place ; The face of nature we no more survey, All glares alike, without distinction gay ; But true expression, like th' unchanging sun, Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon ; It gilds all objects, but it alters none.
Side 61 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...
Side 67 - A little learning is a dangerous thing! Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Side 110 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;) " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace " Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : " One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead— " And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Side 180 - They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge. No place is sacred, not the church is free, Ev'n Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me: Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy! to catch me, just at dinner-time.
Side 73 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Side 81 - Tis not enough your counsel still be true ; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do ; Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown proposed as things forgot.
Side 69 - The manners, passions, unities, what not? All which, exact to rule, were brought about, Were but a combat in the lists left out. "What! leave the combat out?" exclaims the knight; Yes, or we must renounce the Stagirite. "Not so, by Heaven" (he answers in a rage), "Knights, squires, and steeds, must enter on the stage.