Literary Studies from the Great British AuthorsG. I. Jones, 1880 - 440ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... smiling face Of these pastures ; where they come , Striking dead both bud and bloom . Therefore from such danger lock Every one his loved flock ; And let your dogs lie loose without , Lest the wolf come as a scout From the mountain ...
... smiling face Of these pastures ; where they come , Striking dead both bud and bloom . Therefore from such danger lock Every one his loved flock ; And let your dogs lie loose without , Lest the wolf come as a scout From the mountain ...
134 ÆäÀÌÁö
... smiles At the drawn dagger , and defies its point . The stars shall fade away , the sun himself Grow dim with age , and nature sink in years , But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth , Unhurt amidst the wars of elements , The wreck of ...
... smiles At the drawn dagger , and defies its point . The stars shall fade away , the sun himself Grow dim with age , and nature sink in years , But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth , Unhurt amidst the wars of elements , The wreck of ...
135 ÆäÀÌÁö
... bounty shall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile , With sudden greens and herbage crown'd , And streams shall murmur all around . 5 10 15 20 20 ALEXANDER POPE . 5 10 15 20 20 25 ESSAY JOSEPH ADDISON . 135.
... bounty shall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile , With sudden greens and herbage crown'd , And streams shall murmur all around . 5 10 15 20 20 ALEXANDER POPE . 5 10 15 20 20 25 ESSAY JOSEPH ADDISON . 135.
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... smiling on the plains , And peace and plenty tell , a Stuart reigns . 20 25 30 35 THE TOILET . ( The Rape of the Lock , Canto I. ) And now , unveil'd , the toilet stands display'd , Each silver vase in mystic order laid . First , rob'd ...
... smiling on the plains , And peace and plenty tell , a Stuart reigns . 20 25 30 35 THE TOILET . ( The Rape of the Lock , Canto I. ) And now , unveil'd , the toilet stands display'd , Each silver vase in mystic order laid . First , rob'd ...
142 ÆäÀÌÁö
... smiles , awakens every grace , And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise , And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes . The busy sylphs surround their darling care , These set the head , and those ...
... smiles , awakens every grace , And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise , And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes . The busy sylphs surround their darling care , These set the head , and those ...
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81 ÆäÀÌÁö - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: — But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
246 ÆäÀÌÁö - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes!
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached the ground encumbers him with help? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight: A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
248 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
80 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...