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... youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood . 16. ABSTINENCE . Labour for WAIT , abstainers , every year Vindicates the glorious plan , Time rewards each pioneer Shakespeare . Who clears a higher path for man . Faster ...
... youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood . 16. ABSTINENCE . Labour for WAIT , abstainers , every year Vindicates the glorious plan , Time rewards each pioneer Shakespeare . Who clears a higher path for man . Faster ...
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... youth of labour with an age of ease ! Goldsmith . But an old age serene and bright And lovely as a Lapland night Shall lead thee to thy grave . 109. AGE . Proprieties of Wordsworth . YOUTH no less becomes The light and careless livery ...
... youth of labour with an age of ease ! Goldsmith . But an old age serene and bright And lovely as a Lapland night Shall lead thee to thy grave . 109. AGE . Proprieties of Wordsworth . YOUTH no less becomes The light and careless livery ...
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... Youth's no longer here . Oh Youth ! For years so many and sweet ' Tis known that thou and I were one : I'll think it but a fond conceit ; It cannot be that thou art gone ! Thy vesper bell hath not yet toll'd ; And thou wert aye a masker ...
... Youth's no longer here . Oh Youth ! For years so many and sweet ' Tis known that thou and I were one : I'll think it but a fond conceit ; It cannot be that thou art gone ! Thy vesper bell hath not yet toll'd ; And thou wert aye a masker ...
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... Youth , talents , beauty thus decay , Johnson . And leave us dark , forlorn , and grey .-- Scott . What is the worst of woes that wait on age ? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow ? To view each loved one blotted from life's page ...
... Youth , talents , beauty thus decay , Johnson . And leave us dark , forlorn , and grey .-- Scott . What is the worst of woes that wait on age ? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow ? To view each loved one blotted from life's page ...
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... youth delight , A little louder , but as empty quite : Scarfs , garters , gold , amuse his riper stage , And beads ... youths ; they're their possessions , none of yours ; When your own virtues equal'd have their names , ' Twill be but ...
... youth delight , A little louder , but as empty quite : Scarfs , garters , gold , amuse his riper stage , And beads ... youths ; they're their possessions , none of yours ; When your own virtues equal'd have their names , ' Twill be but ...
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angels bear beauty blessed bliss breath bright bring Christ comes dark death deep divine doth dream earth eternal eyes face fair faith fall fear feel flowers give glory God's grace grave grief grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven holy hope hour human Jesus keep King land leave life's light live look Lord lost mind mortal nature never night o'er once pain pass past peace pleasure poor praise prayer rest rise round seek Shakespeare shine sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stand stars strong sweet tears tell thee Thine things thou thought toil true trust truth turn virtue voice wait weary wind wings Young youth
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Página 106 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled...
Página 499 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 603 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 105 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke, How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How...
Página 314 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 105 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 513 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Página 460 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 526 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, . They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
Página 374 - Some fragment from his dream of human life Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart...