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Aspasio beauty beneath boast breath cause charms death delight distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry Ev’n ev’ry fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r flow’rs folly form'd fruit give glory grace grave hand happy hast heart Heav'n honour hope human Joseph HILL labour learn'd less Lincoln's Inn Fields live lost lyre Mighty winds mind nature Nature's Nebaioth never º º º ºr o'er ºn tº once ºº ºr ºf ºut peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise proud prove rest sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine skies sleep sloth smile ſº sofa song soon soul sound sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought tº ºr toil toº trembling truth Twas virtue waste wind winter wisdom worth youth
第 277 頁 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
第 189 頁 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety, interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sov'reign wisdom made them all.
第 274 頁 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such? — It was. — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern.
第 167 頁 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
第 170 頁 - That tinkle in the withered leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence. Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And learning wiser grow without his books.
第 103 頁 - He sucks intelligence in every clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me. He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. O Winter, ruler of th...
第 7 頁 - Stand, never overlooked, our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds; Displaying on...
第 29 頁 - God made the country, and man made the town What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts That can alone make sweet the bitter draught That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves?