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Pagina 213 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Pagina 209 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ? These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy, impart.
Pagina 156 - If deceiving the eye were the only business of the art, there is no doubt, indeed, but the minute painter would be more apt to succeed ; but it is not the eye, it is the mind, which the painter of genius desires to address...
Pagina 152 - ... idea of their forms more perfect than any one original ; and what may seem a paradox, he learns to design naturally by drawing his figures unlike to any one object. This idea of the perfect state of nature, which the Artist calls ' the Ideal Beauty, is the great leading principle by which works of genius are conducted. By this Phidias acquired his fame.
Pagina 235 - On Leven's banks, while free to rove, And tune the rural pipe to love, I envied not the happiest swain That ever trod the Arcadian plain. Pure stream ! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave...
Pagina 208 - Supremely blest, if to their portion fall Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had he whose simple tale these artless lines proclaim.
Pagina 180 - Nous ne raisonnons guère en métaphysique que sur des probabilités, nous nageons tous dans une mer dont nous n'avons jamais vu le rivage. Malheur à ceux qui se battent en nageant! Abordera qui pourra; mais celui qui me crie : Vous nagez .en vain, il n'ya point de port , me décourage et m'ôte toutes mes forces.
Pagina 202 - Kir g, on his return to Berlin was eager to fee the couple he had ordered to be married. When they were prefented to him, he fell into a very defperate paffion.
Pagina 97 - Therefore, in order to try how well the bull-frogs could leap, fome of the Swedes laid a wager with a young Indian, that he could not overtake the frog, provided it had two leaps before hand. They carried a bullfrog, which they had caught in a pond, upon a field...
Pagina 208 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ; Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war ; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...