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Not all the past can one Adorer keep , Fall , wretched Sun , to the more faithful Deep . 25 30 35 Nor do thou , lofty Structure ! boast , Since undermined by Time and Frost : Since thou canst no Reception give , In untrod Meadows thou ...
Not all the past can one Adorer keep , Fall , wretched Sun , to the more faithful Deep . 25 30 35 Nor do thou , lofty Structure ! boast , Since undermined by Time and Frost : Since thou canst no Reception give , In untrod Meadows thou ...
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VIII . See , through this air , this ocean , and this earth , All matter quick , and bursting into birth . Above , how high progressive life may go ! Around , how wide ! how deep extend below !
VIII . See , through this air , this ocean , and this earth , All matter quick , and bursting into birth . Above , how high progressive life may go ! Around , how wide ! how deep extend below !
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5 IO How deep yon azure dyes the sky , Where orbs of gold unnumbered lie , While through their ranks in silver pride The nether crescent seems to glide ! The slumbering breeze forgets to breathe The lake is smooth and clear beneath ...
5 IO How deep yon azure dyes the sky , Where orbs of gold unnumbered lie , While through their ranks in silver pride The nether crescent seems to glide ! The slumbering breeze forgets to breathe The lake is smooth and clear beneath ...
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Death's but a path that must be trod , If man would ever pass to God ; A port of calms , a state of ease From the rough rage of swelling seas . 70 Why then thy flowing sable stoles , Deep pendant cypress , mourning poles , Loose scarfs ...
Death's but a path that must be trod , If man would ever pass to God ; A port of calms , a state of ease From the rough rage of swelling seas . 70 Why then thy flowing sable stoles , Deep pendant cypress , mourning poles , Loose scarfs ...
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Volumes on sheltered stalls expanded lie , And various science lures the learned eye ; The bending shelves , with pond'rous scholiasts groan , And deep divines to modern shops unknown : Here , like the bee , that on industrious wing ...
Volumes on sheltered stalls expanded lie , And various science lures the learned eye ; The bending shelves , with pond'rous scholiasts groan , And deep divines to modern shops unknown : Here , like the bee , that on industrious wing ...
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Стр. 83 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Стр. 321 - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Стр. 252 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Стр. 320 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Стр. 251 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Стр. 323 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Стр. 324 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Стр. 316 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Стр. 319 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Стр. 248 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight...
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| Название | A Collection of Eighteenth Century Verse |
| Редактор | Margaret Lynn |
| Издатель | Macmillan, 1907 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Гарвардский университет |
| Оцифровано | 6 ноя 2007 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 484 |
| Экспорт цитаты | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |