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... thee to a soul so dead to shame , and so defunct in gratitude as mine ! Will not the reader lothe and detest me , even worse than I do my- self , when I inform him , that in return for all this magnanimity I had the detestable baseness ...
... thee to a soul so dead to shame , and so defunct in gratitude as mine ! Will not the reader lothe and detest me , even worse than I do my- self , when I inform him , that in return for all this magnanimity I had the detestable baseness ...
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... thee once more our eager ears to greet ! For lo ! the young leaves flutter in the South , As if they tried their wings , While the bee's trumpet brings News of each bud that pouts its honied mouth ; Blue - bells , yellow - cups ...
... thee once more our eager ears to greet ! For lo ! the young leaves flutter in the South , As if they tried their wings , While the bee's trumpet brings News of each bud that pouts its honied mouth ; Blue - bells , yellow - cups ...
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... thee , star by star , Thou , Cynthia ! there no more art found ; Through woods , o'er waves , I call afar , My words alone resound . Reckless of gifts , herself provides , Nor glorying in her power to bless , Blind to the god her course ...
... thee , star by star , Thou , Cynthia ! there no more art found ; Through woods , o'er waves , I call afar , My words alone resound . Reckless of gifts , herself provides , Nor glorying in her power to bless , Blind to the god her course ...
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... thee we call ! -There is joy in Odin's Hall . " At the feast and in the song Thou shalt be remember'd long ! By the green Isles of the flood Thou hast left thy track in blood ! On the earth and ' midst the sea , There are those will ...
... thee we call ! -There is joy in Odin's Hall . " At the feast and in the song Thou shalt be remember'd long ! By the green Isles of the flood Thou hast left thy track in blood ! On the earth and ' midst the sea , There are those will ...
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... thee behind ! Farewell ! O met by fatal chance ! As eyes struck by the lightning's glance See light no more : thus blind shall be My soul to beauty , losing thee . C. BEING IN LOVE . I HAVE often been in love 76 A Foreign Soldier's ...
... thee behind ! Farewell ! O met by fatal chance ! As eyes struck by the lightning's glance See light no more : thus blind shall be My soul to beauty , losing thee . C. BEING IN LOVE . I HAVE often been in love 76 A Foreign Soldier's ...
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Page 41 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 278 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 339 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Page 536 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 539 - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.
Page 114 - I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
Page 113 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 539 - Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours: For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd as he would fly, Grasps in the comer. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Page 63 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Page 114 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.