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... eyes my form would scan , I scarce could feel myself a man ; And in the dance , whose joyous sight I relished with a child's delight , When eyes and jewels rivals shine , When music's voice , and woman's join , When senses and when ...
... eyes my form would scan , I scarce could feel myself a man ; And in the dance , whose joyous sight I relished with a child's delight , When eyes and jewels rivals shine , When music's voice , and woman's join , When senses and when ...
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... eyes with Julia's chance to meet : If once it haps , ' t will hap again , What mortal nature can refrain To watch , despite the sacred place , That tempting sight , a lovely face ? Young hearts , beware ! that dread a wound , For even ...
... eyes with Julia's chance to meet : If once it haps , ' t will hap again , What mortal nature can refrain To watch , despite the sacred place , That tempting sight , a lovely face ? Young hearts , beware ! that dread a wound , For even ...
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... eyes to see , Now languid with fatigue , on me : Deep , deep their honied weight I felt To sink within my heart , and melt . I saw my peril , and alarmed Drew back in hopes to ' scape unharmed : Which she observing , bade me look For ...
... eyes to see , Now languid with fatigue , on me : Deep , deep their honied weight I felt To sink within my heart , and melt . I saw my peril , and alarmed Drew back in hopes to ' scape unharmed : Which she observing , bade me look For ...
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... eyes ; But she was all surpassing fair : One calla - flower ran round her hair , And wreathed it like a hunter's horn : The chaste , the only jewel worn . Pure was her robe of virgin white , Her eyes flashed round consuming light ; Yet ...
... eyes ; But she was all surpassing fair : One calla - flower ran round her hair , And wreathed it like a hunter's horn : The chaste , the only jewel worn . Pure was her robe of virgin white , Her eyes flashed round consuming light ; Yet ...
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... eyes at church did meet ; Oh ! glance too ravishingly sweet ! My soul leaped to my eyes to see One gaze of kindness bent on me : It told of sorrow for my pain It told of wish for peace again ; It told beside of pride misused - That eyes ...
... eyes at church did meet ; Oh ! glance too ravishingly sweet ! My soul leaped to my eyes to see One gaze of kindness bent on me : It told of sorrow for my pain It told of wish for peace again ; It told beside of pride misused - That eyes ...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volym 8 Charles Fenno Hoffman,Lewis Gaylord Clark,Kinahan Cornwallis,Timothy Flint,John Holmes Agnew Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1836 |
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Sida 419 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Sida 419 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Sida 443 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Sida 335 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Sida 444 - ... which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Sida 419 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Sida 444 - Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly.
Sida 443 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Sida 419 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Sida 333 - In such a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.