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... play- fulness . The thought struck me one evening in her society that she resembled Hebe acting the part of Minerva , for the entertain- ment of the court of Olympus . I addressed her a copy of verses , which turned upon this idea ...
... play- fulness . The thought struck me one evening in her society that she resembled Hebe acting the part of Minerva , for the entertain- ment of the court of Olympus . I addressed her a copy of verses , which turned upon this idea ...
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... play of the lines of beauty , and the light of soul upon her counte- nance , vanished from the touch of palpable delineation . For se- veral days the image of Stratonice still haunted me , whilst every effort to fix it on the canvass ...
... play of the lines of beauty , and the light of soul upon her counte- nance , vanished from the touch of palpable delineation . For se- veral days the image of Stratonice still haunted me , whilst every effort to fix it on the canvass ...
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... play , and daunce , and vault , and spring , And all that else pertains to revelling . " But these virtuous days have passed away , and with them the glory , and the pride , and the honour of the Temple have fled-- " Oh ! all is gone ...
... play , and daunce , and vault , and spring , And all that else pertains to revelling . " But these virtuous days have passed away , and with them the glory , and the pride , and the honour of the Temple have fled-- " Oh ! all is gone ...
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... play - goers , that is , to the occupiers of the pit . Now in Paris , although the parterre or pit be cheaper , yet it is farther removed from the stage than ours - it is the cheap- est and least respected part of the house , answering ...
... play - goers , that is , to the occupiers of the pit . Now in Paris , although the parterre or pit be cheaper , yet it is farther removed from the stage than ours - it is the cheap- est and least respected part of the house , answering ...
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... play'd the same tunes , The two aptest scholars , at Mrs. Monsoon's ; Little dreamt of the day when whole mountains should frown Between Lyddy Barrow and Catherine Brown . Papa , entre nous , rides a hobby , my dear , That is rather too ...
... play'd the same tunes , The two aptest scholars , at Mrs. Monsoon's ; Little dreamt of the day when whole mountains should frown Between Lyddy Barrow and Catherine Brown . Papa , entre nous , rides a hobby , my dear , That is rather too ...
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Página 415 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Página 491 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Página 238 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Página 236 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Página 237 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Página 551 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 236 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Página 220 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Página 491 - This dish of meat is too good for any but Anglers, or very honest men ; and I trust, you will prove both, and therefore I have trusted you with this secret.
Página 237 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.