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Sida 161 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Sida 203 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Sida 71 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew"d, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-kneed and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Sida 210 - Tis triumph all and joy. Now, my brave youths. Now give a loose to the clean, gen'rous steed ; Flourish the whip, nor spare the galling' spur ; But in the madness of delight forget Your fears.
Sida 77 - And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Sida 342 - Tis now a seraph bold, with touch of fire, 'Tis now the brush of Fairy's frolic wing. Receding now, the dying numbers ring Fainter and fainter down the rugged dell, And now the mountain breezes scarcely bring A wandering witch-note of the distant spell — And now 'tis silent all — Enchantress, fare thee well!
Sida 295 - Keep not standing fixed and rooted, Briskly venture, briskly roam ; Head and hand, where'er thou foot it, And stout heart are still at home. " In what land the sun does visit, Brisk are we, whate'er betide : To give space for wandering is it That the world was made so wide.
Sida 295 - I can't work !" that was the burden of all wise complaining among men. It is, after all, the one unhappiness of a man : that he cannot work ; that he cannot get his destiny as a man fulfilled. Behold, the day is passing swiftly over, our life is passing swiftly over ; and the night cometh, wherein no man can work. The night once come, our happiness, our unhappiness — it is all abolished ; vanished, clean gone ; a thing that has been.
Sida 212 - ... kindling, and the statesman grave Forgets his weighty cares ; each age, each sex, In the wild transport joins ; luxuriant joy, And pleasure in excess, sparkling exult On every brow, and revel unrestrain'd.
Sida 204 - founded soon after the Conquest, but has at different times since received important additions ; its present form approaches to a circle, and the buildings are enclosed by an irregular court, surrounded by a moat. The entrance to the keep is through an elegant sculptured arched door-way, leading to a flight of steps, over which an apartment, called the dungeon-room, is shown as the place where Edward II. was barbarously• murdered. This building is flanked by three semicircular towers, and a square...