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... tree and shrub , the moss and weed , Both love and well are loved again , No fair one by my side I lead ! For me , matured by sweet desire , No honey'd fruits of pleasure grow ; Since kindles not for me that fire Which only in one ...
... tree and shrub , the moss and weed , Both love and well are loved again , No fair one by my side I lead ! For me , matured by sweet desire , No honey'd fruits of pleasure grow ; Since kindles not for me that fire Which only in one ...
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... tree beneath , I touched her hand- I felt her breath ; I scanned her cheek so dainty fair , But found no dimmest blemish there . There is a power , a spell , a thrill , A magnetism , or what you will , Whose creepings on the sense ...
... tree beneath , I touched her hand- I felt her breath ; I scanned her cheek so dainty fair , But found no dimmest blemish there . There is a power , a spell , a thrill , A magnetism , or what you will , Whose creepings on the sense ...
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... moment , then withdrew , And to the open garden flew : How changed the scene to which I fled ! Cool was the night - air to my head ; The moon sailed high , and flowers and trees Bent 1840. ] 1333 The Worth of Beauty .
... moment , then withdrew , And to the open garden flew : How changed the scene to which I fled ! Cool was the night - air to my head ; The moon sailed high , and flowers and trees Bent 1840. ] 1333 The Worth of Beauty .
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The moon sailed high , and flowers and trees Bent listening to the whispering breeze : Dear Nature ! ever pure as fair , How soothing came thy gentle air ! Thy light , how chaster than the glare , Thy murmuring voices , than the din Of ...
The moon sailed high , and flowers and trees Bent listening to the whispering breeze : Dear Nature ! ever pure as fair , How soothing came thy gentle air ! Thy light , how chaster than the glare , Thy murmuring voices , than the din Of ...
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... trees overhead . The wine lay in a rock - rimmed pool , Carved by the boring tide , to cool : That seems all brimming as it stands , A basin left by savage hands , Hollowed by some dusk lover brave , Wherein his Indian maid might lave ...
... trees overhead . The wine lay in a rock - rimmed pool , Carved by the boring tide , to cool : That seems all brimming as it stands , A basin left by savage hands , Hollowed by some dusk lover brave , Wherein his Indian maid might lave ...
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419 ÆäÀÌÁö - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
419 ÆäÀÌÁö - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
443 ÆäÀÌÁö - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
335 ÆäÀÌÁö - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
444 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
419 ÆäÀÌÁö - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
444 ÆäÀÌÁö - Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly.
443 ÆäÀÌÁö - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school.
419 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
333 ÆäÀÌÁö - In such a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.