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... perhaps , to temptations of their spirit in this way , when such occur . But this does not hinder them from en- joying another and a seasonable pleasure meantime . On the contrary , this very energy is the thing which hinders it from ...
... perhaps , to temptations of their spirit in this way , when such occur . But this does not hinder them from en- joying another and a seasonable pleasure meantime . On the contrary , this very energy is the thing which hinders it from ...
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... perhaps as many appalling faces of things in our time as they have , and we are always ready to confront more if duty demand it . But we do not choose to be always suffering over again in books what we have suffered in the world . We ...
... perhaps as many appalling faces of things in our time as they have , and we are always ready to confront more if duty demand it . But we do not choose to be always suffering over again in books what we have suffered in the world . We ...
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... perhaps of most , would in all probability improve it . This was , to suppose our sequestered reader thinking , not merely of the pleasures of his childhood or of his old age , but of his whole life , past or to come , and thus calling ...
... perhaps of most , would in all probability improve it . This was , to suppose our sequestered reader thinking , not merely of the pleasures of his childhood or of his old age , but of his whole life , past or to come , and thus calling ...
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... perhaps to be a reader at all . At least he is no universalist ; no sympa- thiser with the entire and genial round of existence ; and it is for the reader who is , that these volumes are emphati- cally intended . A universalist , in one ...
... perhaps to be a reader at all . At least he is no universalist ; no sympa- thiser with the entire and genial round of existence ; and it is for the reader who is , that these volumes are emphati- cally intended . A universalist , in one ...
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... perhaps , who , censuring the design , Low lays the house which that of cards doth build , Shall Dennis be , † if rigid fate incline , And many an epic to his rage shall yield ; And many a poet quit the Aonian field ; And , sour'd by ...
... perhaps , who , censuring the design , Low lays the house which that of cards doth build , Shall Dennis be , † if rigid fate incline , And many an epic to his rage shall yield ; And many a poet quit the Aonian field ; And , sour'd by ...
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Page 46 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 168 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Page 166 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 167 - And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Page 226 - THE EPITAPH. 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, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Page 226 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 224 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Page 59 - It happened one day about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen in the sand : I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition...
Page 225 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the Sun upon...
Page 29 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.