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Pagina vii
... sight of her picture called forth such a strain of lamentation as the liveliest sense of his loss only could have awakened . On her death he was placed under the care of Dr. Pitman , of Market Street , a few miles distant from his home ...
... sight of her picture called forth such a strain of lamentation as the liveliest sense of his loss only could have awakened . On her death he was placed under the care of Dr. Pitman , of Market Street , a few miles distant from his home ...
Pagina 8
... sight ; These open on the spot their honey'd store , Those call him loudly to pursuit of more . His unexhausted mine , the sordid vice Avarice shows , and virtue is the price . Here , various motives his ambition raise , Power , pomp ...
... sight ; These open on the spot their honey'd store , Those call him loudly to pursuit of more . His unexhausted mine , the sordid vice Avarice shows , and virtue is the price . Here , various motives his ambition raise , Power , pomp ...
Pagina 13
... sight her telescopic eye . The Bramin kindles on his own bare head The sacred fire , self - torturing his trade ; His voluntary pains , severe and long , Would give a barbarous air to British song ; No grand inquisitor could worse ...
... sight her telescopic eye . The Bramin kindles on his own bare head The sacred fire , self - torturing his trade ; His voluntary pains , severe and long , Would give a barbarous air to British song ; No grand inquisitor could worse ...
Pagina 16
... sight of men , Bury herself in solitude profound , Grow frantic with her pangs , and bite the ground . Thus often Unbelief , grown sick of life , Flies to the tempting pool , or felon knife ; The jury meet , the coroner is short , And ...
... sight of men , Bury herself in solitude profound , Grow frantic with her pangs , and bite the ground . Thus often Unbelief , grown sick of life , Flies to the tempting pool , or felon knife ; The jury meet , the coroner is short , And ...
Pagina 19
... sight . Stand now and judge thyself . - Hast thou incurr'd His anger who can waste thee with a word , Who poises and proportions sea and land , Weighing them in the hollow of his hand , And in whose awful sight all nations seem As ...
... sight . Stand now and judge thyself . - Hast thou incurr'd His anger who can waste thee with a word , Who poises and proportions sea and land , Weighing them in the hollow of his hand , And in whose awful sight all nations seem As ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 110 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Pagina 161 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Pagina 52 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Pagina 59 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Caesar never knew, Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Pagina 138 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Pagina 165 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
Pagina 110 - Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine. Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Pagina 109 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So fair and softly...
Pagina 135 - Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be : — Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me...
Pagina 52 - I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts, that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me. Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestow'd upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheer'd by the sallies of...