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... creased by some knowledge of the writer , and books where such information can be obtained are not always at hand . A section consisting of epigrams , the authors of which I have failed to discover , is placed at the end X PREFACE .
... creased by some knowledge of the writer , and books where such information can be obtained are not always at hand . A section consisting of epigrams , the authors of which I have failed to discover , is placed at the end X PREFACE .
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... hand can never wipe his nose ; Short of the end its utmost tension goes . Sneezing ( his nose too distant from his ears ) , He ne'er says " Bless you , " for no sound he hears . b Yet the same author could compose as beautiful an epi ...
... hand can never wipe his nose ; Short of the end its utmost tension goes . Sneezing ( his nose too distant from his ears ) , He ne'er says " Bless you , " for no sound he hears . b Yet the same author could compose as beautiful an epi ...
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... hand , to all my labours once so true , Which I so loved , and which the Caesars knew , Forsook the dear Demetrius ' blooming prime ; Three lustres and four harvests all his time . That not to Styx a slave he should descend , When fell ...
... hand , to all my labours once so true , Which I so loved , and which the Caesars knew , Forsook the dear Demetrius ' blooming prime ; Three lustres and four harvests all his time . That not to Styx a slave he should descend , When fell ...
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... " 1796 , 64 ) : Ungenerous and mistaken maid , To scorn me thus because I'm poor ! Canst thou a liberal hand upbraid For dealing round some worthless ore ? To spare's the wish of little souls , The great xxii INTRODUCTION .
... " 1796 , 64 ) : Ungenerous and mistaken maid , To scorn me thus because I'm poor ! Canst thou a liberal hand upbraid For dealing round some worthless ore ? To spare's the wish of little souls , The great xxii INTRODUCTION .
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... hand : When ' twas in ' s feet , his charity was small ; Now ' tis in ' s hand , he gives no alms at all . But , although the pieces which Herrick particularly styles epigrams are thus valueless , he nobly vindicates his claim to be ...
... hand : When ' twas in ' s feet , his charity was small ; Now ' tis in ' s hand , he gives no alms at all . But , although the pieces which Herrick particularly styles epigrams are thus valueless , he nobly vindicates his claim to be ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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
Page 137 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Page 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?