Churchill, 1764, to Johnson, 1784Thomas Campbell J. Murray, 1819 |
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... hours are but fine words ; and that it is better to avow faults than to conceal them . Speaking of his convivial enjoyments he says , " Night's laughing hours unheeded slip away , Nor one dull thought foretells approaching day . " In ...
... hours are but fine words ; and that it is better to avow faults than to conceal them . Speaking of his convivial enjoyments he says , " Night's laughing hours unheeded slip away , Nor one dull thought foretells approaching day . " In ...
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... hour those wounds afresh I feel , Which nor prosperity nor time can heal , Those wounds , which humbled all that pride of man , Which brings such mighty aid to virtue's plan ; Once , aw'd by fortune's most oppressive frown , By legal ...
... hour those wounds afresh I feel , Which nor prosperity nor time can heal , Those wounds , which humbled all that pride of man , Which brings such mighty aid to virtue's plan ; Once , aw'd by fortune's most oppressive frown , By legal ...
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... hours a grasshopper must die . No living thing , whate'er its food , feasts there , But the cameleon , who can feast on air . No birds , except as birds of passage , flew , No bee was known to hum , no dove to coo . No streams as amber ...
... hours a grasshopper must die . No living thing , whate'er its food , feasts there , But the cameleon , who can feast on air . No birds , except as birds of passage , flew , No bee was known to hum , no dove to coo . No streams as amber ...
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... hour forsook the peaceful plain . Jamie , when our young laird discreetly fled , Was seiz'd , and hang'd till he was dead , dead , dead . Jock . Full sorely may we all lament that day ; For all were losers in the deadly fray . Five ...
... hour forsook the peaceful plain . Jamie , when our young laird discreetly fled , Was seiz'd , and hang'd till he was dead , dead , dead . Jock . Full sorely may we all lament that day ; For all were losers in the deadly fray . Five ...
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Thomas Campbell. WILLIAM AND MARGARET . ' Twas at the silent , solemn hour When night and morning meet ; In glided Margaret's grimly ghost , And stood at William's feet . Her face was like an April - morn , Clad in a wintry cloud ; And ...
Thomas Campbell. WILLIAM AND MARGARET . ' Twas at the silent , solemn hour When night and morning meet ; In glided Margaret's grimly ghost , And stood at William's feet . Her face was like an April - morn , Clad in a wintry cloud ; And ...
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Sida 284 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Sida 285 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Sida 290 - And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Sida 291 - That call'd them from their native walks away ; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly...
Sida 286 - 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 learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Sida 191 - Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, That hush'd the stormy main : Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloudtopt head. On dreary Arvon's shore they lie, Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by.
Sida 440 - Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee; Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters, to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. See nations slowly wise, and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
Sida 288 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'T is yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Sida 47 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Sida 287 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair, To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale...