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... perfect innocence ; A face with gladness overspread , Soft smiles by human nature bred . Wordsworth . 46 Nature , who deck'd thy form with beauty's flowers , Exhausted on thy soul her finer powers ; Taught it with all her energy to feel ...
... perfect innocence ; A face with gladness overspread , Soft smiles by human nature bred . Wordsworth . 46 Nature , who deck'd thy form with beauty's flowers , Exhausted on thy soul her finer powers ; Taught it with all her energy to feel ...
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... perfect innocence ; A face with gladness overspread , Soft smiles by human nature bred . Wordsworth . 46 Nature , who deck'd thy form with beauty's flowers , Exhausted on thy soul her finer powers ; 47 Taught it with all her energy to ...
... perfect innocence ; A face with gladness overspread , Soft smiles by human nature bred . Wordsworth . 46 Nature , who deck'd thy form with beauty's flowers , Exhausted on thy soul her finer powers ; 47 Taught it with all her energy to ...
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... perfect grace , His countenance , the impress of a god , Touch'd with the open innocence of a child ; His eye is blue and calm , as is the sky Longfellow . Chaucer . Hogg . In the serenest noon ; his hair and curling beard SHALL I ...
... perfect grace , His countenance , the impress of a god , Touch'd with the open innocence of a child ; His eye is blue and calm , as is the sky Longfellow . Chaucer . Hogg . In the serenest noon ; his hair and curling beard SHALL I ...
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... perfect lout — a log ; — 63 You never clapt your eyes Upon an uglier dog ! -Many strange faces may be seen ; but his Looks like the knocker of a door . He's slight and slim , Blushing and beardless , and yet ne'ertheless There is a ...
... perfect lout — a log ; — 63 You never clapt your eyes Upon an uglier dog ! -Many strange faces may be seen ; but his Looks like the knocker of a door . He's slight and slim , Blushing and beardless , and yet ne'ertheless There is a ...
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... perfect charity . Young , fond , fair , and generous , In mien most godlike - and though poor in wealth , In birth most lowly - yet in heart most noble ; ( Nature's nobility has stamp'd his heart ) , So that his name , like to attemper ...
... perfect charity . Young , fond , fair , and generous , In mien most godlike - and though poor in wealth , In birth most lowly - yet in heart most noble ; ( Nature's nobility has stamp'd his heart ) , So that his name , like to attemper ...
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Abdy Alex Allan Ramsay Anna Seward Anon Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson bloom blue blush breath bright brow Byron charms Chaucer cheek cheerful Coleridge Cowley Cowper Crabbe dark doth Dr Syntax Dryden dwelling Eliza Cook eyes face fair feeling flowers fond forehead gentle GENTLEMAN Gentlemen of Verona girl grace green hair hath heaven Hogg hope Ingoldsby Ingoldsby Legends Isaac Bickerstaff Jonson LADY light lips live look love's M. F. Tupper maid meek mild mind Moore morn N. P. Willis ne'er never o'er pale peace Pope pride proud R. H. Barham rich rose round Samuel Foote Scott Shakspeare Sheridan Knowles shine sigh smile soft soul Southey Spenser spring summer sweet T. H. Bayly tall tender Tennyson thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thy heart wild wise woman Wordsworth young youth
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88 ÆäÀÌÁö - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. « Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw...
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : One, whom the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony...
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - I saw her upon nearer view A spirit, yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food : For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
186 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
184 ÆäÀÌÁö - And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree.
84 ÆäÀÌÁö - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.