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Side 60
... virtue's fide , So friendship's glass deceives the eye , ( A glass too apt to magnify ) And makes you think at leaft fee you Some spark of genius , ev'n in me : You fay I fhou'd get fame . I doubt it : Perhaps I am as well without it ...
... virtue's fide , So friendship's glass deceives the eye , ( A glass too apt to magnify ) And makes you think at leaft fee you Some spark of genius , ev'n in me : You fay I fhou'd get fame . I doubt it : Perhaps I am as well without it ...
Side 63
... was lofty and sublime , And manly honour dignified thy heart : Though fond of wit , yet firm to virtue's plan , The Poet's trifles ne'er difgrac'd the Man . Well Well might thy morals fweet engage Th ' attention of [ 63 ]
... was lofty and sublime , And manly honour dignified thy heart : Though fond of wit , yet firm to virtue's plan , The Poet's trifles ne'er difgrac'd the Man . Well Well might thy morals fweet engage Th ' attention of [ 63 ]
Side 72
... virtue , and the stage ! ' Tis not enough the Voice be found and clear , ' Tis modulation that muft charm the ear . ; When desperate heroines grieve with tedious moan , And whine their forrows in a fee - faw tone , The same soft sounds ...
... virtue , and the stage ! ' Tis not enough the Voice be found and clear , ' Tis modulation that muft charm the ear . ; When desperate heroines grieve with tedious moan , And whine their forrows in a fee - faw tone , The same soft sounds ...
Side 146
... virtues I must hope for friends . " Thus spoke the king , while HENRY's looks confest The jealous ardour which inflam'd his breast , Left others ' arms might urge their glorious claim , And ravish from him half the meed of fame . With ...
... virtues I must hope for friends . " Thus spoke the king , while HENRY's looks confest The jealous ardour which inflam'd his breast , Left others ' arms might urge their glorious claim , And ravish from him half the meed of fame . With ...
Side 147
... virtue to obey . Refolv'd to follow what the King commands , The blows , fufpended , fell not from his hands ; He rein'd the ardour of his noble mind , And parting left the gather'd wreaths behind . Th ' astonish'd army felt a deep ...
... virtue to obey . Refolv'd to follow what the King commands , The blows , fufpended , fell not from his hands ; He rein'd the ardour of his noble mind , And parting left the gather'd wreaths behind . Th ' astonish'd army felt a deep ...
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Side 239 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Side 257 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Side 243 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Side 241 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 253 - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Side 255 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 50 - Apollo there, with aim so clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the pow'r to fly, Stands fix'da tip-toe Mercury.
Side 241 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Side 249 - Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul, Full many a gem of pureft ray ferene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blufh unfeen, And wafte its fweetnefs on the defart air.
Side 239 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...