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Page 91
... beginning ; yet , upon a further acquaintance , there is surely matter for curiosity and reflection . It is strange if , among all that huge mass of words , there be not somewhat intermixed for thought . Laws have been the result of ...
... beginning ; yet , upon a further acquaintance , there is surely matter for curiosity and reflection . It is strange if , among all that huge mass of words , there be not somewhat intermixed for thought . Laws have been the result of ...
Page 98
... beginning of next spring is the time determined for our return at farthest ; possibly it may be before that time . How the interim will be employed , or what route we shall take , is not so certain . If we remain friends with France ...
... beginning of next spring is the time determined for our return at farthest ; possibly it may be before that time . How the interim will be employed , or what route we shall take , is not so certain . If we remain friends with France ...
Page 104
... beginning , not of an epic poem , but of a metaphysic ↑ one . Poems and meta- physics ( say you , with your spectacles on ) are incon- sistent things . A metaphysical poem is a contradiction in terms . It is true , but I will go on ...
... beginning , not of an epic poem , but of a metaphysic ↑ one . Poems and meta- physics ( say you , with your spectacles on ) are incon- sistent things . A metaphysical poem is a contradiction in terms . It is true , but I will go on ...
Page 130
... beginning of an Heroic Epistle ; but you must give me leave to tell my own story first , because historians differ . Massinissa was the son of Gala , king of the Massyli ; and , when very young , at the head of his father's army , gave ...
... beginning of an Heroic Epistle ; but you must give me leave to tell my own story first , because historians differ . Massinissa was the son of Gala , king of the Massyli ; and , when very young , at the head of his father's army , gave ...
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... beginning of June 1742 , and sent to Mr. West , not knowing he was then dead . " He was buried at Hatfield ( the house called Popes being in that parish ) . On a grave - stone in the chancel is the following plain inscription ; " Here ...
... beginning of June 1742 , and sent to Mr. West , not knowing he was then dead . " He was buried at Hatfield ( the house called Popes being in that parish ) . On a grave - stone in the chancel is the following plain inscription ; " Here ...
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Page 371 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 377 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Page 398 - 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. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Page 118 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 380 - Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace...
Page 399 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 373 - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Page 372 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate. Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Page 375 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Page 397 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...