PoemsC. Wells, 1840 - 523 sider |
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Side 13
... Happy the state that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt On situations that they never felt , Start up sagacious , covered with the dust , Of dreaming study and pedantic rust , And prate and ...
... Happy the state that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt On situations that they never felt , Start up sagacious , covered with the dust , Of dreaming study and pedantic rust , And prate and ...
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... happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of misery far away . He drinks his simple beverage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel th ' alacrity and joy With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roi ...
... happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of misery far away . He drinks his simple beverage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel th ' alacrity and joy With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roi ...
Side 16
... happy reign , The growth , that Nature meant she should attain ; The varied fields of science , ever new , Opening and wider opening on her view , She ventures onward with a prosperous force , While no base fear impedes her in her ...
... happy reign , The growth , that Nature meant she should attain ; The varied fields of science , ever new , Opening and wider opening on her view , She ventures onward with a prosperous force , While no base fear impedes her in her ...
Side 55
... happy peasant ! Oh unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel , hers the rich reward ; He praised perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from home : He lost in errors his vain heart prefers , She safe in the simplicity of ...
... happy peasant ! Oh unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel , hers the rich reward ; He praised perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from home : He lost in errors his vain heart prefers , She safe in the simplicity of ...
Side 58
... happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that , like the polished share , Ploughs up the roots of a believer's care , Kills too the flow'ry ...
... happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that , like the polished share , Ploughs up the roots of a believer's care , Kills too the flow'ry ...
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