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... thee there . His words bore sterling weight , nervous and strong In manly tides of sense they roll'd along . Happy in art , he chiefly had pretence To keep up numbers , yet not forfeit sense . No actor ever greater heights could reach ...
... thee there . His words bore sterling weight , nervous and strong In manly tides of sense they roll'd along . Happy in art , he chiefly had pretence To keep up numbers , yet not forfeit sense . No actor ever greater heights could reach ...
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... thee . Now might I tell , how silence reign'd throughout , And deep attention hush'd the rabble rout ! How ev'ry claimant , tortur'd with desire , Was pale as ashes , or as red as fire : VOL . V. C But , loose to fame , the Muse more ...
... thee . Now might I tell , how silence reign'd throughout , And deep attention hush'd the rabble rout ! How ev'ry claimant , tortur'd with desire , Was pale as ashes , or as red as fire : VOL . V. C But , loose to fame , the Muse more ...
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... thee for a silly swain : Of things past help , what boots it to complain ? Nothing but mirth can conquer fortune's spite ; No sky is heavy , if the heart be light : Patience is sorrow's salve ; what can't be cur'd , So Donald right ...
... thee for a silly swain : Of things past help , what boots it to complain ? Nothing but mirth can conquer fortune's spite ; No sky is heavy , if the heart be light : Patience is sorrow's salve ; what can't be cur'd , So Donald right ...
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... thee , William , of thy fault , Thy pledge and broken oath ! And give me back my maiden - vow , And give me back my troth . " Why did you promise love to me , And not that promise keep ? Why did you swear my eyes were bright , Yet leave ...
... thee , William , of thy fault , Thy pledge and broken oath ! And give me back my maiden - vow , And give me back my troth . " Why did you promise love to me , And not that promise keep ? Why did you swear my eyes were bright , Yet leave ...
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... plantation few men have probably a very " Nor think this sentence is severe on thee , " Satan , thy master , I dare call a dunce . " Concluding lines of Night 8th . distinct conception , but , unless that species of land- 46 EDWARD YOUNG .
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282 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
283 ÆäÀÌÁö - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
288 ÆäÀÌÁö - And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
289 ÆäÀÌÁö - That call'd them from their native walks away ; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly...
284 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
191 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, That hush'd the stormy main : Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloudtopt head. On dreary Arvon's shore they lie, Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by.
438 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee; Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters, to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. See nations slowly wise, and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'T is yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
285 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thither no more the peasant shall repair, To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale...