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Side xxix
... sleep : How comes it , Sleep , that thou Even kisses me afford Of her , dear her , so far who's absent now ? How did I hear those words , Which rocks might move , and move the pines to bow ? Ah me ! before half day Why didst thou steal ...
... sleep : How comes it , Sleep , that thou Even kisses me afford Of her , dear her , so far who's absent now ? How did I hear those words , Which rocks might move , and move the pines to bow ? Ah me ! before half day Why didst thou steal ...
Side xxxiii
... sleep : How comes it , Sleep , that thou Even kisses me afford Of her , dear her , so far who's absent now ? How did I hear those words , Which rocks might move , and move the pines to bow ? Ah me ! before half day Why didst thou steal ...
... sleep : How comes it , Sleep , that thou Even kisses me afford Of her , dear her , so far who's absent now ? How did I hear those words , Which rocks might move , and move the pines to bow ? Ah me ! before half day Why didst thou steal ...
Side 3
... sleep the mountain tops and shady vales , The rugged cliffs and hollow glens ; The wild beasts slumber in their dens ; The cattle on the hills . Deep in the sea The countless finny race and monster brood Tranquil repose . Even the busy ...
... sleep the mountain tops and shady vales , The rugged cliffs and hollow glens ; The wild beasts slumber in their dens ; The cattle on the hills . Deep in the sea The countless finny race and monster brood Tranquil repose . Even the busy ...
Side 4
... sleep : Ghosts and frightful spectres gaunt , Churchyard's dreary footsteps haunt , And brush with withered arms the dews That fall upon the drooping yews . Colonel Mure's rendering of Aleman's fragment , beautiful as it is , has one ...
... sleep : Ghosts and frightful spectres gaunt , Churchyard's dreary footsteps haunt , And brush with withered arms the dews That fall upon the drooping yews . Colonel Mure's rendering of Aleman's fragment , beautiful as it is , has one ...
Side 6
... sleep . Our own poets often paint scenes of rural repose , but there are few passages which in so small a compass express so much as the pretty picture which Sappho has left to us . Gay , in " Rural Sports ' ( Canto I. 57 ) , has : O ...
... sleep . Our own poets often paint scenes of rural repose , but there are few passages which in so small a compass express so much as the pretty picture which Sappho has left to us . Gay , in " Rural Sports ' ( Canto I. 57 ) , has : O ...
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Side 127 - tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
Side 217 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Side xxxvi - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Side 142 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Side 305 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Side 460 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The sea-nymphs, and their powers offended.
Side 57 - When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Side 519 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me
Side 137 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Side 20 - Ay me! I fondly dream! Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore. The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?