Gatherings from many authors, by P.S. SparlingPhilip Smith Sparling 1854 |
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... and source of woe , Whence com'st thou , that thou art so fresh and fine ? I know thy parentage is base and low : Man found thee , poor and dirty , in a mine : Surely thou did'st so little contribute To this great kingdom 32 GATHERINGS ...
... and source of woe , Whence com'st thou , that thou art so fresh and fine ? I know thy parentage is base and low : Man found thee , poor and dirty , in a mine : Surely thou did'st so little contribute To this great kingdom 32 GATHERINGS ...
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... thee out of thy dark cave and grot ; Then forcing thee by fire , he made thee bright . Nay - thou hast got the face of man ; for we Have with our stamp and seal transferr'd our right ; Thou art the man , and man but dross to thee . Man ...
... thee out of thy dark cave and grot ; Then forcing thee by fire , he made thee bright . Nay - thou hast got the face of man ; for we Have with our stamp and seal transferr'd our right ; Thou art the man , and man but dross to thee . Man ...
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... thee , Man ! the pilgrim of a day , Spouse of the worm , and brother of the clay ; Frail as the leaf in autumn's yellow bower , Dust in the wind , or dew upon the flower ; A friendless slave , a child without a sire , Whose mental life ...
... thee , Man ! the pilgrim of a day , Spouse of the worm , and brother of the clay ; Frail as the leaf in autumn's yellow bower , Dust in the wind , or dew upon the flower ; A friendless slave , a child without a sire , Whose mental life ...
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... thee , sweet Hope ! resides the heavenly light That pours remotest rapture on the sight ! Thine is the charm of life's bewildered way , That calls each slumbering passion into play . Waked by thy touch , I see thy sister band , On ...
... thee , sweet Hope ! resides the heavenly light That pours remotest rapture on the sight ! Thine is the charm of life's bewildered way , That calls each slumbering passion into play . Waked by thy touch , I see thy sister band , On ...
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... thee too strong Are outward ill and wrong , And inward wasting fires ! Thou cans't not soar Free on a starry way , Beyond their blighting sway , At Heaven's high gate serenely to adore ! How should'st thou hope earth's fetters to unbind ...
... thee too strong Are outward ill and wrong , And inward wasting fires ! Thou cans't not soar Free on a starry way , Beyond their blighting sway , At Heaven's high gate serenely to adore ! How should'st thou hope earth's fetters to unbind ...
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Стр. 84 - A spirit of innovation is generally the result of a selfish temper and confined views. People will not look forward to posterity, who never look backward to their ancestors.
Стр. 92 - Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.
Стр. 72 - From Greenland's icy mountains ; From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river ; From many a palmy plain ; They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Стр. 85 - Our political system is placed in a just correspondence and symmetry with the order of the world and with the mode of existence decreed to a permanent body composed of transitory parts; wherein, by the disposition of a stupendous wisdom, moulding together the great mysterious incorporation of the human race...
Стр. 92 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free.
Стр. 86 - Always acting as if in the presence of canonized forefathers, the spirit of freedom, leading in itself to misrule and excess, is tempered with an awful gravity. This idea of a liberal descent inspires us with a sense of habitual native dignity, which prevents that upstart insolence almost inevitably adhering to and disgracing those who are the first acquirers of any distinction.
Стр. 98 - Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God; her voice the harmony of the world. All things in heaven and earth do her homage ; the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power. Both angels and men, and creatures of what condition soever, though each in different sort and manner, yet all with uniform consent, admiring her as the mother of their peace and joy.
Стр. 98 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Стр. 5 - Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; and transport the sailor and the traveller thousands of miles away, back to his own fireside and his quiet home!