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... Orphan Boy Against Slavery The Labour of Idleness Day , A Pastoral The Beggar's Petition The Beau Disconcerted Exercise To a Robin Redbreast The Emmet The Approach of Winter The Lark → Sunshine after a Shower Epitaph on a Lapdog Arabia ...
... Orphan Boy Against Slavery The Labour of Idleness Day , A Pastoral The Beggar's Petition The Beau Disconcerted Exercise To a Robin Redbreast The Emmet The Approach of Winter The Lark → Sunshine after a Shower Epitaph on a Lapdog Arabia ...
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... more than you can bear ; To help your speed it were as well That I should ease you of your shell : Jog on a little faster , pr'ythee : I'll take a nap , and then be with thee . " The The Orphan Boy . The tortoise heard his taunting jeer.
... more than you can bear ; To help your speed it were as well That I should ease you of your shell : Jog on a little faster , pr'ythee : I'll take a nap , and then be with thee . " The The Orphan Boy . The tortoise heard his taunting jeer.
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... mother's joy , Nor kin nor kind to take my part . My lodging is the cold , cold ground ; I eat the bread of charity ; And when the kiss of love goes round There is no kiss , alas ! for me . Yet 86 The Orphan Boy . Yet once I had a Lloyd.
... mother's joy , Nor kin nor kind to take my part . My lodging is the cold , cold ground ; I eat the bread of charity ; And when the kiss of love goes round There is no kiss , alas ! for me . Yet 86 The Orphan Boy . Yet once I had a Lloyd.
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Poetry Lucy Aikin. 86 The Orphan Boy . Yet once I had a father dear , A mother too I wont to prize , With ready hand to wipe the tear , If chanc'd a transient tear to rise , But cause of tears was ... Orphan Boy . Then how my little heart ...
Poetry Lucy Aikin. 86 The Orphan Boy . Yet once I had a father dear , A mother too I wont to prize , With ready hand to wipe the tear , If chanc'd a transient tear to rise , But cause of tears was ... Orphan Boy . Then how my little heart ...
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Poetry Lucy Aikin. The Orphan Boy . Then how my little heart did bound ! Alas ! I thought it fine to see ; 87 Nor dreamt that when the kiss went round , There soon should be no kiss for me . At length the bell again did ring ; There was ...
Poetry Lucy Aikin. The Orphan Boy . Then how my little heart did bound ! Alas ! I thought it fine to see ; 87 Nor dreamt that when the kiss went round , There soon should be no kiss for me . At length the bell again did ring ; There was ...
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æther Alps beneath birds blessings bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright bursts busy busy Bee cheerful clouds cold courser crown'd delight dewy distant DRYDEN DRYDEN'S VIRGIL earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes father William flocks flood flower fragrant gale glory golden GRAMPUS green ground groves hare Hare and Tortoise heart Heaven hills Hippopotamus horns huntsman hyæna kiss of love lark light limbs lonely marmot mead mighty heart morn mountains murmur night o'er Orphan Boy painted banks pass'd Piedmontese pine-apples plain POPE'S HOMER pride Propontis rage rise roar rocks roll rubies rich sails shade shepherd shining shore shower silver pheasant sings skies sleep smiling snow song sound spread spring storms stream swain sweet swell tawny eagle tear tempest thee thou busy busy thro thrush tide toil torrent tortoise trees trembling vale vernal WAR HORSE warbling wave wide winds wings Winter woods young youth
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Page 18 - 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 67 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again ; The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 104 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 4 - O tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know.
Page 55 - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Page 31 - 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.
Page 144 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Page 102 - What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Page 48 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Page 120 - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.