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I
III
7
IV
16
V
22
VI
26
VII
31
VIII
32
IX
39
XXI
125
XXII
129
XXIII
148
XXV
151
XXVI
154
XXVII
157
XXVIII
182
XXIX
186

X
43
XI
45
XII
49
XIV
53
XV
57
XVI
67
XVIII
81
XX
103
XXXI
192
XXXIII
207
XXXV
211
XXXVI
222
XXXVII
230
XXXVIII
237
XXXIX
242

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Seite 214 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learned the language of another world.
Seite 146 - She openeth her mouth with wisdom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up and call her blessed, her husband also, and he praiseth her.
Seite 152 - When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother ; Woman, behold thy son ! Then saith he to the disciple ; Behold thy Mother ! And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own iiome.
Seite 155 - Things vulgar and, well weighed, scarce worth the praise? They praise, and they admire they know not what. And know not whom, but as one leads the other...
Seite 231 - A something, light as air — a look, A word unkind or wrongly taken — Oh! love, that tempests never shook, A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.
Seite 214 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Seite 204 - 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 ! X.
Seite 16 - The primrose by the river's brim A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more.
Seite 125 - My lord, it is better to be out of the world than out of the fashion.
Seite 31 - Each flower of slender stalk, whose head, though gay Carnation, purple, azure, or specked with gold, Hung drooping unsustained; them she upstays Gently with myrtle band, mindless the while Herself, though fairest unsupported flower, From her best prop so far, and storm so nigh.

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