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... Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers strike , And , like the sun , they shine on all alike . Yet graceful ease , and sweetness void of pride , Might hide their faults , if belles had faults to hide If to her share some female errors ...
... Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers strike , And , like the sun , they shine on all alike . Yet graceful ease , and sweetness void of pride , Might hide their faults , if belles had faults to hide If to her share some female errors ...
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... bright , And made a kind of chequer'd day and night : Meanwhile , unceasing at the massy gate , Beneath a spacious palm , the wicked wight Was plac'd ; and , to his lute , of cruel fate And labour harsh complain'd , lamenting man's ...
... bright , And made a kind of chequer'd day and night : Meanwhile , unceasing at the massy gate , Beneath a spacious palm , the wicked wight Was plac'd ; and , to his lute , of cruel fate And labour harsh complain'd , lamenting man's ...
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... bright , Served too in hastier swell to show Short glimpses of a breast of snow : What though no rule of courtly grace To measur'd mood had train'd her pace , - A foot more light , a step more true , Ne'er from the heath - flower dash'd ...
... bright , Served too in hastier swell to show Short glimpses of a breast of snow : What though no rule of courtly grace To measur'd mood had train'd her pace , - A foot more light , a step more true , Ne'er from the heath - flower dash'd ...
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... bright and fair ? Has heaven pour'd out its silver dew On the rejoicing air ? Or am I borne to regions new To see the glories there ? Last eve when sunset fill'd the sky With wreaths of golden light , The trees sent up their arms on ...
... bright and fair ? Has heaven pour'd out its silver dew On the rejoicing air ? Or am I borne to regions new To see the glories there ? Last eve when sunset fill'd the sky With wreaths of golden light , The trees sent up their arms on ...
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... bright and bland , And there they gleam in silvery curls , Like gems of Samarcand , Seeming in wild fantastic whirls The work of fairy land . Each branch stoops meekly with the weight , And in the light breeze swerves , As if some ...
... bright and bland , And there they gleam in silvery curls , Like gems of Samarcand , Seeming in wild fantastic whirls The work of fairy land . Each branch stoops meekly with the weight , And in the light breeze swerves , As if some ...
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Page 18 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 97 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes.
Page 97 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 300 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more; LXXXVII.
Page 229 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine. And all things fair and bright are thine!
Page 101 - And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet. The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased, the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
Page 108 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Page 100 - Be smooth, ye rocks ; ye rapid floods, give way ! The Saviour comes, by ancient bards foretold ! Hear him, ye deaf, and all ye blind, behold ! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day. 'Tis He th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear, And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 96 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Page 113 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...