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الصفحة 439 - 25 Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, so And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as
الصفحة 358 - repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; 55 Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little Tyrant
الصفحة 453 - Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full voic'd Quire below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, IBS Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heav'n before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the
الصفحة 171 - Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: is A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company : I gazed, — and gazed, — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie 20 In vacant or in pensive mood, They
الصفحة 465 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, no And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky. So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Thro' the dear might of him that walk'd the waves, Where other groves, and other streams along,
الصفحة 448 - Through the heav'n's wide pathless 'way; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, 75 Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging low with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit,
الصفحة 336 - VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK, DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ. I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
الصفحة 357 - his knees the envied kiss to share. 25 Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
الصفحة 456 - For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. 10 Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his wat'ry bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.