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... heart ! The fabric of bliss to its centre may fall ; But patience shall never depart ! Tho ' the wilds of enchantment , all vermil and bright , In the days of delusion by fancy combin'd With the vanishing phantoms of love and delight ...
... heart ! The fabric of bliss to its centre may fall ; But patience shall never depart ! Tho ' the wilds of enchantment , all vermil and bright , In the days of delusion by fancy combin'd With the vanishing phantoms of love and delight ...
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... heart stills her motion , Green be thy fields sweetest isle of the ocean , And thy harp - striking bards sing aloud with devotion , Erin mavournin ! Erin go bragh ! THE CHEVALIER'S LAMENT . BURNS . THE Small - birds rejoice in the green ...
... heart stills her motion , Green be thy fields sweetest isle of the ocean , And thy harp - striking bards sing aloud with devotion , Erin mavournin ! Erin go bragh ! THE CHEVALIER'S LAMENT . BURNS . THE Small - birds rejoice in the green ...
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... heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; - Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or wak'd to ecstacy the living lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the spoils of Time , did ne'er unroll ; Chill ...
... heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; - Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or wak'd to ecstacy the living lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the spoils of Time , did ne'er unroll ; Chill ...
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... heart , That I would all my pilgrimage dilate , - Whereof by parcels she had something heard , But not distinctively . I did consent ; And often did beguile her of her tears , When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth ...
... heart , That I would all my pilgrimage dilate , - Whereof by parcels she had something heard , But not distinctively . I did consent ; And often did beguile her of her tears , When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth ...
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... heart alone . True , genuine , royal - paper , is his breast : Of all the kinds most precious , purest , best , THE OLD CHEESE ; OR , THE HUSBAND ONLY FIT TO BE RULED . DR . KING .. YOUNG Slouch , the farmer , had a jolly wife , That ...
... heart alone . True , genuine , royal - paper , is his breast : Of all the kinds most precious , purest , best , THE OLD CHEESE ; OR , THE HUSBAND ONLY FIT TO BE RULED . DR . KING .. YOUNG Slouch , the farmer , had a jolly wife , That ...
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Page 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 50 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 43 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 42 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 42 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man.
Page 59 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 105 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Page 148 - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 53 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a 'mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...
Page 58 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, and monarchs tremble in their capitals ; the oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make their clay creator the vain title take of lord of thee, and arbiter of war,— these are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, they melt into thy yeast of waves — which mar alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.