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... heart alone can dictate , and only an eye inspired by both , discover . Every class of artists , in every stage of their pro- gress or attainments , from the student to the finished master , and from the contriver of ornament , to the ...
... heart alone can dictate , and only an eye inspired by both , discover . Every class of artists , in every stage of their pro- gress or attainments , from the student to the finished master , and from the contriver of ornament , to the ...
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... heart , Anxious to please . O ! when my friend and I In some thick wood have wander'd heedless on , Hid from the vulgar eye ; and sat us down Upon the sloping cowslip - cover'd bank , Where the pure limpid stream has slid along In ...
... heart , Anxious to please . O ! when my friend and I In some thick wood have wander'd heedless on , Hid from the vulgar eye ; and sat us down Upon the sloping cowslip - cover'd bank , Where the pure limpid stream has slid along In ...
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... tribe , that painful watch The sick man's door , and live upon the dead , By letting out their persons by the hour To mimic sorrow , when the heart's not sad ! How rich the trappings , now they're all un- furl'd THE GRAVE 7.
... tribe , that painful watch The sick man's door , and live upon the dead , By letting out their persons by the hour To mimic sorrow , when the heart's not sad ! How rich the trappings , now they're all un- furl'd THE GRAVE 7.
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... heart , And gives it a new pulse unknown before ! The Grave discredits thee . pung'd , Thy charms ex- crawl Thy roses faded , and thy lilies soil'd , What hast thou more to boast of ? Will thy lovers Flock round thee now , to gaze and ...
... heart , And gives it a new pulse unknown before ! The Grave discredits thee . pung'd , Thy charms ex- crawl Thy roses faded , and thy lilies soil'd , What hast thou more to boast of ? Will thy lovers Flock round thee now , to gaze and ...
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... heart Beats thick his roomy chest by far too scant To give the lungs full play ! What now avail The strong - built sinewy limbs , and well spread } shoulders ? See , how he tugs for life , and lays about him , Mad with his pain ! Eager ...
... heart Beats thick his roomy chest by far too scant To give the lungs full play ! What now avail The strong - built sinewy limbs , and well spread } shoulders ? See , how he tugs for life , and lays about him , Mad with his pain ! Eager ...
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