Gleanings through Wales, Holland, and Westphalia. To which is added, Humanity; a poem, Svazek 2

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Strana 319 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down...
Strana 350 - There is a tide in the affairs of women ' Which taken at the flood leads
Strana 94 - The lowing herd wind flowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darknefs and to me. Now fades the glimmering landfcape on the fight, And all the air a folemn ftillnefs holds, Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight, And drowfy tinklings lull the diftant folds...
Strana 91 - Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, 'Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, 'Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Strana 395 - But after weighing with attention every circumstance which could influence the balance, it seems probable, that there existed, in the time of Claudius, about twice as many provincials as there were citizens, of either sex, and of every age; and that the slaves were at least equal in number to the free inhabitants of the Roman world.
Strana 205 - Poets, in three diftant ages born, -*• Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The firft, in loftinefs of thought furpafs'd; The next, in majefty; in both the laft.
Strana 194 - He thinks in a peculiar train, and he thinks always as a man of genius; he looks round on Nature and on Life with the eye which Nature bestows only on a poet, the eye that distinguishes in...
Strana 178 - I'll tell you, friend; a wife man and a fool. 200 You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobler-like, the parfon will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The reft is all but leather or prunella.
Strana 323 - Ah, years sweet smiling, now for ever flown, Ten years thrice told, alas, are as a day ! Yet, as together we are aged grown, Let us together wear our age away. For still the times, long past, are dear to thought...
Strana 21 - ... last he took an incredible pleasure in it, and preferred it even to the reading of Virgil and Cicero.

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