The frequented village, and other poems

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author, not published, 1844 - 207 pages
 

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Page 103 - Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.
Page 194 - falls into the yellow Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.
Page 40 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink . , Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Page 89 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Page 40 - Of others' feeling; but they are such liars, And take all colours— like the hands of dyers. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces...
Page 40 - Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages ; to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper — even a rag like this, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
Page 161 - Alengon ordering the Genoese archers to charge; but they were so fatigued with their march, that they cried out for a little rest before they should engage. The Count...
Page 41 - Its inequalities, its frankness, its indignations, its ebbs and flows — are all the reverse of craft ; and what but craft will the world be ruled by — Johnson. Oh, were I smiled on by bounteous Heaven, And all my fond heart's wishes givenj I'd live 'neath the Muses...

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