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Pagina 1
... gather'd by his hand ; The rolling seas together flow , And leave the solid land . The meanings of the prefixes , affixes , and roots , will be found at the end of the work . B With herbs and plants , a flow'ry birth , The.
... gather'd by his hand ; The rolling seas together flow , And leave the solid land . The meanings of the prefixes , affixes , and roots , will be found at the end of the work . B With herbs and plants , a flow'ry birth , The.
Pagina 5
... hands I commend my spirit ; and having said thus , he gave up the ghost . " - Luke , xxiii . 46 . 7 " Whom God hath raised up , having loosed the pains of death ; be- cause it was not possible that he should be holden of it . " - Acts ...
... hands I commend my spirit ; and having said thus , he gave up the ghost . " - Luke , xxiii . 46 . 7 " Whom God hath raised up , having loosed the pains of death ; be- cause it was not possible that he should be holden of it . " - Acts ...
Pagina 13
... hand my bosom prest ; And on my brow " I feel the cold sweat stand : My lips grow dry and tremulous , and my breath Comes feebly up . Oh ! tell me , is this death ? Mother ! your hand— " Here - lay it on my wrist , And place the other ...
... hand my bosom prest ; And on my brow " I feel the cold sweat stand : My lips grow dry and tremulous , and my breath Comes feebly up . Oh ! tell me , is this death ? Mother ! your hand— " Here - lay it on my wrist , And place the other ...
Pagina 16
... hand , Plaguing the guilty city's murderous crew ; But thou didst haste to meet Thy mother's coming feet , 5 And bear the words of peace unto the faithful few ; Then calmly , slowly didst thou rise 6 Into thy native skies . Milman . vic ...
... hand , Plaguing the guilty city's murderous crew ; But thou didst haste to meet Thy mother's coming feet , 5 And bear the words of peace unto the faithful few ; Then calmly , slowly didst thou rise 6 Into thy native skies . Milman . vic ...
Pagina 17
... hand , its Maker smiled , Saw all things very good1 , and rested mild In holy Sabbath his glad works among ; The morning stars in joyful chorus sung2 , Shouted for joy those blessed beings styled " The Sons of God , " and man yet ...
... hand , its Maker smiled , Saw all things very good1 , and rested mild In holy Sabbath his glad works among ; The morning stars in joyful chorus sung2 , Shouted for joy those blessed beings styled " The Sons of God , " and man yet ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 100 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pagina 24 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Pagina 81 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Pagina 67 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 118 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Pagina 34 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Pagina 35 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Pagina 89 - God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Pagina 68 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pagina 101 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...