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Page 112 - Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave. And see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun; Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life to endless sleep!
Page 99 - Blest as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee all the while Softly speak and sweetly smile.
Page 17 - Gives cheering cordials to the' afflicted heart; Gives to the wealthy, delicacies high; Gives to the curious, works of Nature rare; And when the priest displays, in just discourse, Him, the all-wise Creator, and declares His presence, power, and goodness unconfin'd, 'Tis Trade, attentive voyager, who fills His lips with argument.
Page 109 - GRONGAR HILL Silent Nymph, with curious eye! Who, the purple evening, lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man; Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale...
Page 112 - Big with the vanity of state: But transient is the smile of Fate ! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave. And see the rivers how they run Thro...
Page 113 - Hope's deluding glass; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.
Page 110 - Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal : The mountains round, unhappy fate! Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others rise : Still the prospect wider spreads, Adds a thousand woods and meads; Still it widens, widens still, And sinks the newly-risen hill.
Page 111 - And ancient towers crown his brow, That cast an awful look below; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps. So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode; 'Tis now th...
Page 112 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky; The pleasant seat, the ruined tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.