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... happy wit and independent spirit , And then , you're brave too ! SHIRLEY . JOHN TOBIN . 18. One of a cold and constant mind , Not quickened into ardent action soon , Nor prompt for petty enterprise , yet bold , Fierce when need is , and ...
... happy wit and independent spirit , And then , you're brave too ! SHIRLEY . JOHN TOBIN . 18. One of a cold and constant mind , Not quickened into ardent action soon , Nor prompt for petty enterprise , yet bold , Fierce when need is , and ...
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... angel unawares . 31 . From Christmas Bells . Dear happy girl ! if thou appear Heedless untouched with awe or serious thought , Thy nature is not therefore less divine ; Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year , And 38.
... angel unawares . 31 . From Christmas Bells . Dear happy girl ! if thou appear Heedless untouched with awe or serious thought , Thy nature is not therefore less divine ; Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year , And 38.
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... Transparent in its place , her skin elsewhere White as the foam from which in happy hour Sprang the Thessalian Venus . TAYLOR -- Philip Van Artevelde 19. Her chance - caught looks express An intellectual loveliness 51.
... Transparent in its place , her skin elsewhere White as the foam from which in happy hour Sprang the Thessalian Venus . TAYLOR -- Philip Van Artevelde 19. Her chance - caught looks express An intellectual loveliness 51.
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... happy girl , With step as soft as summer air , And fresh young lip , and brow of pearl , Shadowed by many a careless curl Of unconfined , and flowing hair : A seeming child in everything Save thoughtful brow , and ripening charms ...
... happy girl , With step as soft as summer air , And fresh young lip , and brow of pearl , Shadowed by many a careless curl Of unconfined , and flowing hair : A seeming child in everything Save thoughtful brow , and ripening charms ...
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... happy day , What I should call her in my lay ; By what sweet name from Rome , or Greece , Neæra , Laura , Daphne , Chloris , Carina , Lalage , or Doris , Dorimene or Lucrece ? ( C Ah , " replied my gentle fair , " Dear one , what are ...
... happy day , What I should call her in my lay ; By what sweet name from Rome , or Greece , Neæra , Laura , Daphne , Chloris , Carina , Lalage , or Doris , Dorimene or Lucrece ? ( C Ah , " replied my gentle fair , " Dear one , what are ...
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Page 245 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Page 230 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 103 - Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences...
Page 147 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 101 - This should have been a noble creature : he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled ; as it is, It is an awful chaos — light and darkness — And mind and dust — and passions and pure thoughts, Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive...
Page 144 - There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Page 94 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Page 251 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Page 85 - For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart . . . how shall I say? . . . too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one!
Page 59 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.