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Seite 162 - Cowley's tongue. O, early lost ! what tears the river shed, When the sad pomp along his banks was led ! His drooping swans on every note expire, And on his willows hung each Muse's lyre.
Seite 423 - You'll have no scandal while you dine, But honest talk and wholesome wine, And only hear the magpie gossip Garrulous under a roof of pine: For groves of pine on either hand, To break the blast of winter, stand; And further on, the hoary Channel Tumbles a breaker on chalk and sand; Where, if below the milky steep Some ship of battle slowly creep, And on thro...
Seite 122 - Enchanting vale ! beyond whate'er the muse Has of Achaia or Hesperia sung! O vale of bliss ! O softly-swelling hills ! On which the power of cultivation lies, And joys to see the wonders of his toil.
Seite 362 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Seite 178 - On Tintock tap there is a Mist, And in the Mist there is a Kist, And in the Kist there is a Cap; Tak' up the Cap and sup the drap, And set the Cap on Tintock tap.
Seite 123 - The carriage rolled rapidly onwards through fertile meadows, ornamented with splendid old oaks, and catching occasionally a glance of the majestic mirror of a broad and placid river. After passing through a pleasant village, the equipage stopped on a commanding eminence, where the beauty of English landscape was displayed in its utmost luxuriance.
Seite 221 - ... down into the sea, except that the valley was land and not water. I looked at my servant, to see what effect this unexpected sight had upon him. His surprise was as great as mine, though he had been bred amongst the North Hampshire hills. Those who had so strenuously dwelt on the dirt and dangers of this route, had said not a word about beauties, the matchless beauties of the scenery.