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Стр. 318 - beauty, titles, wealth and fame. How loved, how honour'd once, avails thee not; To whom related, or by whom begot: A heap of dust alone remains of thee: 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung. Deaf the praised ear, and
Стр. 279 - in me behold. When yellow leaves, or few, or none, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset
Стр. 352 - Oh blest retirement! friend to life's decline! Retreat from care, that never must be mine! How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretch is
Стр. 339 - dewy ringers 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
Стр. 241 - and ideas, wherewith to present, as with their homage and their fealty, the approaching reformation. * * Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation, rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and slinking her invincible
Стр. 285 - Whose poem Phoebus challeng'd for his own. Thence, what the lofty grave tragedians taught In chorus or iambic, teachers best Of moral prudence with delight received In brief sententious precepts, while they treat Of fate, and chance, and change in human life, High actions and high passions best describing. Thence to the famous orators repair,
Стр. 241 - of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection. The shop of war hath not there more anvils and hammers working, to fashion out the .plates and instruments of armed justice in defence of beleaguered truth, than there be pens and heads there sitting by their studious lamps, musing, searching, revolving new
Стр. 318 - 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 them all.
Стр. 180 - Summer is come; for every spray now springs. The hart hath hung his old head on the pale, The buck in brake his winter-coat he flings; The fishes fleet with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she flings: The swift swallow pursueth the flies small: The busy bee her honey now
Стр. 285 - City or suburban, studious walks and shades. See there the olive-grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long: There, flowery hill, Hymettus, with the sound Of bees' industrious murmur, oft invites To studious musing: there Ilyssus rolls His whispering stream. Within the walls then