Gems of Literature, Elegant, Rare, and Suggestive ...William P. Nimmo, 1866 - 147 Seiten |
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... Hour , Foster , Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard , Gray , Tombs and Epitaphs , Thomas Fuller , The Fallen Wolsey , Shakspeare , The Crown and the Tiara , Stephen , On the Massacre at Piedmont , Milton , Religious Liberty , Una and ...
... Hour , Foster , Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard , Gray , Tombs and Epitaphs , Thomas Fuller , The Fallen Wolsey , Shakspeare , The Crown and the Tiara , Stephen , On the Massacre at Piedmont , Milton , Religious Liberty , Una and ...
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... , and though deaf to the ear , ' Twill make it acutely and instantly hear . In shade let it rest , like a delicate flower , - Oh , breathe on it softly - it dies in an hour . ( Kirke White . ) ILD offspring of a dark. 4 GEMS OF LITERATURE .
... , and though deaf to the ear , ' Twill make it acutely and instantly hear . In shade let it rest , like a delicate flower , - Oh , breathe on it softly - it dies in an hour . ( Kirke White . ) ILD offspring of a dark. 4 GEMS OF LITERATURE .
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... acts is right . O teach me in the trying hour , When anguish swells the dewy tear , To still my sorrows , own thy power , Thy goodness love , thy justice fear . If in this bosom aught but thee , Encroaching sought. 6 GEMS OF LITERATURE .
... acts is right . O teach me in the trying hour , When anguish swells the dewy tear , To still my sorrows , own thy power , Thy goodness love , thy justice fear . If in this bosom aught but thee , Encroaching sought. 6 GEMS OF LITERATURE .
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... hour ? Thy foul harem ; the curses of mothers , the tears and infamy of daughters ? Miserable man ! thou " hast done evil as thou couldst ; " thy whole existence seems one hideous abortion and mistake of nature ; the use and meaning of ...
... hour ? Thy foul harem ; the curses of mothers , the tears and infamy of daughters ? Miserable man ! thou " hast done evil as thou couldst ; " thy whole existence seems one hideous abortion and mistake of nature ; the use and meaning of ...
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... hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my power , Thou bonnie gem . Alas ! it's no thy neibor sweet , The bonnie lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet ! Wi ' speckled ...
... hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my power , Thou bonnie gem . Alas ! it's no thy neibor sweet , The bonnie lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet ! Wi ' speckled ...
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ALBERT DURER Albrecht Dürer amidst ancient beauty bird Blaavin blessed bloom breast breath Canossa chamber door CHRISTIAN PATRIOTISM Columbus cried Cromwell crown dark dead death delight Doth dream dust earth Emperor epitaphs fair feel flowers girl give glory grave hand HANS SACHS happy hath head hear heart hearts that hate Heaven Henry honour hope Horace Smith hour human humble king Learn to labour Lenore light living look Lord man-the man's mankind mercy mind monarchs Mons monument mountains nature never noble Nuremberg o'er ocean once pains poison'd Pope Prof prose proud Pyramids Quoth the Raven rock Roman citizen Rome rude ruins SACHS Sambo Shakspeare shame shed smile soon soul sound standing stood strange sweet thee thine things Thomas Fuller thou thought toil tomb torrents Tribur verse wind wise intelligences
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Seite 71 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Seite 23 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Seite 130 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Seite 121 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Seite 31 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Seite 23 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote...
Seite xi - When, upon some slight encouragement, I first visited your lordship, I was overpowered, like the rest of mankind, by the enchantment...
Seite 84 - Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Seite 11 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Seite 90 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...