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... voice and face . Fix'd in one frame of features , glare of eye , Passions , like chaos , in confusion lie : In vain the wonders of his skill are tried To form distinctions nature hath denied . His voice no touch of harmony admits ...
... voice and face . Fix'd in one frame of features , glare of eye , Passions , like chaos , in confusion lie : In vain the wonders of his skill are tried To form distinctions nature hath denied . His voice no touch of harmony admits ...
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... voice unstified would recal ) , Drives headlong towards the precipice of death ; Death , most our dread ; death thus more dreadful made : O what a riddle of absurdity ! Leisure is pain ; takes off our chariot wheels ; How heavily we ...
... voice unstified would recal ) , Drives headlong towards the precipice of death ; Death , most our dread ; death thus more dreadful made : O what a riddle of absurdity ! Leisure is pain ; takes off our chariot wheels ; How heavily we ...
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... voice is but the shadow of a sound . And help , oh help ! her spirits are so dead , One hand scarce lifts the other to her head . If there a stubborn pin it triumphs o'er , She pants ! she sinks away ! and is no more . Let the robust ...
... voice is but the shadow of a sound . And help , oh help ! her spirits are so dead , One hand scarce lifts the other to her head . If there a stubborn pin it triumphs o'er , She pants ! she sinks away ! and is no more . Let the robust ...
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... voice and feature in the state of youth , As might elude thine eye . Oth . No time can blot The memory of his sweet majestic mien , The lustre of his eye ! besides , he wears A mark indelible , a beauteous scar , Made on his forehead by ...
... voice and feature in the state of youth , As might elude thine eye . Oth . No time can blot The memory of his sweet majestic mien , The lustre of his eye ! besides , he wears A mark indelible , a beauteous scar , Made on his forehead by ...
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... voice , nor sound . As if the inhabitants , Like the presaging herds , that seek the covert Ere the loud thunder rolls , had inly felt And shunned the impending uproar . Oth . There is a solemn horror in the night , too , That pleases ...
... voice , nor sound . As if the inhabitants , Like the presaging herds , that seek the covert Ere the loud thunder rolls , had inly felt And shunned the impending uproar . Oth . There is a solemn horror in the night , too , That pleases ...
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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...