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Pagina 13
... gave it to each perfect in the beginning ; and within the circle to which they apply , the rules which guide their work are infallible , and know no variation . No feathered Ruskin appears among the birds , to discuss before them ...
... gave it to each perfect in the beginning ; and within the circle to which they apply , the rules which guide their work are infallible , and know no variation . No feathered Ruskin appears among the birds , to discuss before them ...
Pagina 23
... gave his tears free vent , " it is not in this world that Heaven's justice ends . Think what it is , com- pared with the world to which her young spirit has winged its early flight , and say if one deliberate wish , expressed in solemn ...
... gave his tears free vent , " it is not in this world that Heaven's justice ends . Think what it is , com- pared with the world to which her young spirit has winged its early flight , and say if one deliberate wish , expressed in solemn ...
Pagina 26
... gave the widow The pavilion he had built . J. D. BURNS . Anointed Judge of human - kind ! The Lord will come ! but not the same As once in lowly form he came , - A silent Lamb to slaughter led , The bruised , the suffering , and the ...
... gave the widow The pavilion he had built . J. D. BURNS . Anointed Judge of human - kind ! The Lord will come ! but not the same As once in lowly form he came , - A silent Lamb to slaughter led , The bruised , the suffering , and the ...
Pagina 30
... gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I saw the last of human mould , That shall Creation's death behold , As Adam saw her prime . The Sun's eye had a sickly glare , The Earth with age was wan , The skeletons of ...
... gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I saw the last of human mould , That shall Creation's death behold , As Adam saw her prime . The Sun's eye had a sickly glare , The Earth with age was wan , The skeletons of ...
Pagina 31
... gave its heavenly spark ; Yet think not , Sun , it shall be dim , When thou thyself art dark ; No ! it shall live again , and shine In bliss unknown to beams of thine , By Him recalled to breath , Who captive led captivity , Who robbed ...
... gave its heavenly spark ; Yet think not , Sun , it shall be dim , When thou thyself art dark ; No ! it shall live again , and shine In bliss unknown to beams of thine , By Him recalled to breath , Who captive led captivity , Who robbed ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 397 - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, '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...
Pagina 363 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Pagina 302 - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Pagina 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Pagina 363 - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Pagina 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Pagina 317 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Pagina 47 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Pagina 364 - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Pagina 95 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.