The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 29Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... grown beech O'er - canopies the glade , * Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit , and think a bank O'er - canopied with luscious woodbine . Shaksp . Mids . Night's Dream . ( At ease reclin'd in rustic state ) How vain.
... grown beech O'er - canopies the glade , * Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit , and think a bank O'er - canopied with luscious woodbine . Shaksp . Mids . Night's Dream . ( At ease reclin'd in rustic state ) How vain.
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... , Invention ever - new , And lively Cheer , of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the easy night , The spirits pure , the slumbers light , That fly the ' approach of morn . Alas ! regardless of their doom The little victims play 26 ODES .
... , Invention ever - new , And lively Cheer , of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the easy night , The spirits pure , the slumbers light , That fly the ' approach of morn . Alas ! regardless of their doom The little victims play 26 ODES .
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... , And lively Cheer , of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the easy night , ` The spirits pure , the slumbers light , That fly the ' approach of morn . Alas ! regardless of their doom The little victims play 26 ODES .
... , And lively Cheer , of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the easy night , ` The spirits pure , the slumbers light , That fly the ' approach of morn . Alas ! regardless of their doom The little victims play 26 ODES .
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... the real or imaginary ills of life , the Muse was given us by the same Providence that sends the day , by its cheerful presence , to dispel the gloom and terrors of the night . The fond complaint , my song , disprove , And 32 ODES .
... the real or imaginary ills of life , the Muse was given us by the same Providence that sends the day , by its cheerful presence , to dispel the gloom and terrors of the night . The fond complaint , my song , disprove , And 32 ODES .
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... Night and all her sickly dews , Her spectres wan , and birds of boding cry , He gives to range the dreary sky : Till down the eastern cliffs afar * [ war . Hyperion's march they spy , and glittering shafts of II . 2 . † In climes beyond ...
... Night and all her sickly dews , Her spectres wan , and birds of boding cry , He gives to range the dreary sky : Till down the eastern cliffs afar * [ war . Hyperion's march they spy , and glittering shafts of II . 2 . † In climes beyond ...
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Página 47 - 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.
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