Rustic herald of the spring.

Rustic herald of the spring.

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on June 16, 2020 | Created on June 16, 2020

Than Timoleon’s arms require, And Tully’s curule chair, and Milton’s golden lyre.

Than Timoleon’s arms require, And Tully’s curule chair, and Milton’s golden lyre.

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on June 16, 2020 | Created on June 16, 2020

Heaven’s all-subduing will, With good the progeny of ill, Attempreth every state below.

Heaven’s all-subduing will, With good the progeny of ill, Attempreth every state below.

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on June 16, 2020 | Created on June 16, 2020

The Providence of heaven Has some peculiar blessing given To each allotted state below.

The Providence of heaven Has some peculiar blessing given To each allotted state below.

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on June 16, 2020 | Created on June 16, 2020

Such and so various are the tastes of men!

Such and so various are the tastes of men!

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on June 16, 2020 | Created on June 16, 2020

Adieu, for him, The dull engagements of the bustling world! Adieu the sick impertinence of praise! And hope, and action! for with her alone, By streams and shades, to steal these sighing hours, Is all he asks, and all that fate can give!

Adieu, for him, The dull engagements of the bustling world! Adieu the sick impertinence of praise! And hope, and action! for with her alone, By streams and shades, to steal these sighing hours, Is all he asks, and all that fate can give!

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on June 16, 2020 | Created on June 16, 2020

Others of graver mien; behold, adorn’d With holy ensigns, how sublime they move, And bending oft their sanctimonious eyes Take homage of the simple-minded throng; Ambassadors of heaven!

Others of graver mien; behold, adorn’d With holy ensigns, how sublime they move, And bending oft their sanctimonious eyes Take homage of the simple-minded throng; Ambassadors of heaven!

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on June 16, 2020 | Created on June 16, 2020

Ask the faithful youth Why the cold urn of her whom long he loved So often fills his arms; so often draws His lonely footsteps at the silent hour To pay the mournful tribute of his tears? Oh! he will tell thee that the wealth of worlds Should ne’er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour, when, stealing from the noise Of care and envy, sweet remembrance soothes With virtue’s kindest looks his aching breast, And turns his tears to rapture.

Ask the faithful youth Why the cold urn of her whom long he loved So often fills his arms; so often draws His lonely footsteps at the silent hour To pay the mournful tribute of his tears? Oh! he will tell thee that the wealth of worlds Should ne’er seduce his bosom to forego That […]

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on June 16, 2020 | Created on June 16, 2020

Oft the hours From morn to eve have stolen unmark’d away, While mute attention hung upon his lips.

Oft the hours From morn to eve have stolen unmark’d away, While mute attention hung upon his lips.

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on June 16, 2020 | Created on June 16, 2020

Man loves knowledge, and the beams of truth More welcome touch his understanding’s eye Than all the blandishments of sound his ear, Than all of taste his tongue.

Man loves knowledge, and the beams of truth More welcome touch his understanding’s eye Than all the blandishments of sound his ear, Than all of taste his tongue.

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on June 16, 2020 | Created on June 16, 2020