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... here the balms that passion's wounds assuage ; See coolers here , that damp the fire of rage ; Here alt'ratives , " by slow degrees control The chronic habits of the sickly soul ! And round the heart , and o'er the aching head 10 BOOKS .
... here the balms that passion's wounds assuage ; See coolers here , that damp the fire of rage ; Here alt'ratives , " by slow degrees control The chronic habits of the sickly soul ! And round the heart , and o'er the aching head 10 BOOKS .
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... night , As merry as a king in his delight ; And merrier too , For kings bethink them what the state require , Where shepherds careless carol by the fire : Ah then , ah then , If country loves such 40 THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG .
... night , As merry as a king in his delight ; And merrier too , For kings bethink them what the state require , Where shepherds careless carol by the fire : Ah then , ah then , If country loves such 40 THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG .
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... fire in the most approved style of architecture , ' and projecting my feet into my slippers , sat , spitefully cutting the leaves of a caustic review . Mrs. Crowfield took the tongs and altered the disposition of a stick . 66 My dear ...
... fire in the most approved style of architecture , ' and projecting my feet into my slippers , sat , spitefully cutting the leaves of a caustic review . Mrs. Crowfield took the tongs and altered the disposition of a stick . 66 My dear ...
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... fire began chat- tering and snapping at me . Now , if there's anything that would provoke a saint , it is to be jeered and snapped at , in that way , by a man's own fire . It's an unbearable impertinence . I threw up my leg impa ...
... fire began chat- tering and snapping at me . Now , if there's anything that would provoke a saint , it is to be jeered and snapped at , in that way , by a man's own fire . It's an unbearable impertinence . I threw up my leg impa ...
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... fire with the last paper , and she won't put my slippers in the right place ; and I can't have my study made the general catch - all and menagerie for Rover and Jennie , and her basket and balls , and for all the family litter . " Just ...
... fire with the last paper , and she won't put my slippers in the right place ; and I can't have my study made the general catch - all and menagerie for Rover and Jennie , and her basket and balls , and for all the family litter . " Just ...
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Página 309 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet Societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 308 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
Página 107 - Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men.
Página 148 - Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and...
Página 259 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity!
Página 361 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Página 367 - For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one; but the general counsels, and the plots and marshalling of affairs, come best from those that are learned.
Página 107 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Página 363 - tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Página 127 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy...