What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love's the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning.
What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love's the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning.
O Life how pleasant is thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys at th' expected warning, To joy and play.
Hopes, what are they - Beads of morning Strung on slender blades of grass Or a spider's web adorning In a straight and treacherous pass.
Coarse talk does not come into anything without disgracing it, and modesty does not come into anything without adorning it.
Th' adorning thee with so much artIs but a barb'rous skill'Tis like the poisoning of a dart,Too apt before to kill
The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged numerous senses could perceive.
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