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Стр. 67 - For as soon as the wind goeth over it, it is gone, and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Стр. 15 - ... How sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell, a weeping hermit, there!
Стр. 32 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Стр. 167 - Then, many a lad I liked is dead, And many a lass grown old ; . - And as the lesson strikes my head, My weary heart grows cold. But wine, awhile, drives off despair, Nay, bids a hope remain — And that I think sa reason fair To fill my glass again.
Стр. 63 - WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Стр. 59 - Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features which joy used to wear.
Стр. 84 - His mind survey'd the tragic page, And what the actor could effect, The scholar could presage. These were his traits of worth : — And must we lose them now ! And shall the scene no more show forth His sternly pleasing brow ! Alas, the moral brings a tear ! — Tis all a transient hour below ; And we that would detain thee here, Ourselves as fleetly go...
Стр. 104 - ... fila trium patiuntur atra. cedes coe'mptis saltibus et domo villaque, flavus quam Tiberis lavit, cedes, et exstructis in altum divitiis potietur heres. divesne, prisco natus ab Inacho, nil interest an pauper et infima de gente sub divo moreris; victima nil miserantis Orci. omnes eodem cogimur, omnium versatur urna serius ocius sors exitura et nos in aeternum exsilium impositura cumbae.
Стр. 195 - Of curst ambition ; when the pious band Of youths who fought for freedom and their sires, Lie side by side in gore ; when ruffian pride Usurps the throne of justice, turns the pomp Of public...