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Стр. 60 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Стр. 4 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Стр. 199 - Had I but served God as diligently as I have served the king, He would not have given me over in my grey hairs.
Стр. 292 - He faded, and so calm and meek So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind...
Стр. 124 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Стр. 60 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Стр. 195 - Much beautiful, and excellent, and fair Was seen beneath the sun ; but nought was seen More beautiful, or excellent, or fair, Than face of faithful friend, fairest when seen In darkest day ; and many sounds were sweet, Most ravishing, and pleasant to the ear ; But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend, Sweet always, sweetest, heard in loudest storm.
Стр. 332 - WE talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet. 'Now, Matthew...