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... deep gloom settled on his mind , though leaving his intellect still vigorous , and occasionally cheered by bright inter- vals . In 1794 , the exertions of his friends were effectual in securing for him a pension of £ 300 from the Crown ...
... deep gloom settled on his mind , though leaving his intellect still vigorous , and occasionally cheered by bright inter- vals . In 1794 , the exertions of his friends were effectual in securing for him a pension of £ 300 from the Crown ...
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... deep stains on his moral character . It was during his residence at Moss- giel , after his return from Irvine on the failure of the flax- dressing scheme , that Burns formed an attachment for Jean Armour , who afterwards became his wife ...
... deep stains on his moral character . It was during his residence at Moss- giel , after his return from Irvine on the failure of the flax- dressing scheme , that Burns formed an attachment for Jean Armour , who afterwards became his wife ...
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... deep sorrows which clouded his later years , he sometimes sought that relief from wine , which he knew was only to be found in a far different source . He was buried in Westminster Abbey , where a beautiful marble statue has been ...
... deep sorrows which clouded his later years , he sometimes sought that relief from wine , which he knew was only to be found in a far different source . He was buried in Westminster Abbey , where a beautiful marble statue has been ...
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... of him whose life , Though blameless , had incurred perpetual strife ; Whose deeds had left , in spite of hostile arts , A deep memorial graven on their hearts . The recollection , like a vein of ore , The 44 MODERN ENGLISH POETS .
... of him whose life , Though blameless , had incurred perpetual strife ; Whose deeds had left , in spite of hostile arts , A deep memorial graven on their hearts . The recollection , like a vein of ore , The 44 MODERN ENGLISH POETS .
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... deep dungeon of some Gothic dome , Where night and desolation ever frown . Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave , With here and there a violet bestrown , Fast by a brook , or fountain's ...
... deep dungeon of some Gothic dome , Where night and desolation ever frown . Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave , With here and there a violet bestrown , Fast by a brook , or fountain's ...
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Allan Ramsay amid beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed born breast breath bright burning CAROLINE BOWLES Charles II Chaucer clouds crown dark dead death deep died dost doth dread dream Earl of Surrey earth EDMUND SPENSER Elizabethan era England eternal eyes fair fame father flowers frae gaze genius gentle glorious glory glowing grace grave green happy hast hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy honour hour HYMN king land light live look Lord lyre mind morning mountain never night noble o'er pain PHILIP MASSINGER poems poet praise pride Queen rise round shade Shakspeare shine sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought vale voice waves weary weep Westminster Abbey wild wind wings wood youth
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Sida 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Sida 142 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Sida 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Sida 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Sida 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
Sida 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Sida 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Sida 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Sida 145 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Sida 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...