Conversations at CambridgeJ.W. Parker, 1836 - 292 pages |
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... thee , These golden sheaves , long harvested within thy memory ! But when thy face grows dim with weariness and care , And thy heart , forgetting all its songs , awaketh but to prayer , - Thou lookest for a gleeful face , thine opening ...
... thee , These golden sheaves , long harvested within thy memory ! But when thy face grows dim with weariness and care , And thy heart , forgetting all its songs , awaketh but to prayer , - Thou lookest for a gleeful face , thine opening ...
Page 45
... weep . Nor thoughtless do I sit and gaze On thee as on an idle book ; Taught by the Lyre of other days , I read a sermon in a brook * . * Alluding to Shakspeare . Thou guidest me as by the hand Of some meek A FOUNTAIN IN THE WOODS . 45.
... weep . Nor thoughtless do I sit and gaze On thee as on an idle book ; Taught by the Lyre of other days , I read a sermon in a brook * . * Alluding to Shakspeare . Thou guidest me as by the hand Of some meek A FOUNTAIN IN THE WOODS . 45.
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... thee in that day , To pine in solitude thy life away ; Or shun thee tottering on the grave's cold brink . Banish the thought ! where'er our steps may roam , O'er smiling plains , or wastes without a tree , Still will fond memory point ...
... thee in that day , To pine in solitude thy life away ; Or shun thee tottering on the grave's cold brink . Banish the thought ! where'er our steps may roam , O'er smiling plains , or wastes without a tree , Still will fond memory point ...
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... thee , Ere I with Death shake hands , and smile that I am free ! The mournful close of Kirke White's history is too familiar to the memories of us all to require any further mention . What I could add would only deepen the melancholy of ...
... thee , Ere I with Death shake hands , and smile that I am free ! The mournful close of Kirke White's history is too familiar to the memories of us all to require any further mention . What I could add would only deepen the melancholy of ...
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... thee with a hundred choice sentences stolen out of the grave Seneca , or his elder brethren , the Grecian Dra- matists ? Dost thou not merit them ? Verily thou didst wait for the Greek Kalends to give thee a pen ! Methinks , you might ...
... thee with a hundred choice sentences stolen out of the grave Seneca , or his elder brethren , the Grecian Dra- matists ? Dost thou not merit them ? Verily thou didst wait for the Greek Kalends to give thee a pen ! Methinks , you might ...
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Page 23 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 182 - Relieve my languish, and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth: Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn, Without the torment of the night's untruth. Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires, To model forth the passions of the morrow; Never let rising sun approve you liars, To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow: Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, And never wake to feel the day's...
Page 110 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Page 193 - O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what Nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Page 149 - For men have entered into a desire of learning and knowledge, sometimes upon a natural curiosity and inquisitive appetite; sometimes to entertain their minds with variety and delight ; sometimes for ornament and reputation ; and sometimes to enable them to victory of wit and contradiction ; and most times for lucre and profession ; and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason, to the benefit and use of men...
Page 63 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.
Page 190 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Page 183 - ... part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, — Now if thou would'st, when...
Page 261 - To be of no Church is dangerous. Religion, of which the rewards are distant, and which is animated only by Faith and Hope, will glide by degrees out of the mind, unless it be invigorated and reimpressed by external ordinances, by stated calls to worship, and the salutary influence of example.
Page 149 - If therefore ye be loath to dishearten utterly and discontent, not the mercenary crew of false pretenders to learning, but the free and ingenuous sort of such as evidently were born to study and love learning for itself, not for lucre or any other end but the service of God and of truth, and perhaps that lasting fame and perpetuity of praise which God and good men have consented shall be the reward of those whose published labours advance the good of mankind...