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... hour sweeps multitudes away ; They shriek and sink , survivors start and weep , Pursue their sport , and follow to the deep . A few forsake the throng ; with lifted eyes Ask wealth of Heav'n , and gain a real prize , Truth , wisdom ...
... hour sweeps multitudes away ; They shriek and sink , survivors start and weep , Pursue their sport , and follow to the deep . A few forsake the throng ; with lifted eyes Ask wealth of Heav'n , and gain a real prize , Truth , wisdom ...
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... hour The seeds of cruelty , that since have swell'd To such gigantic and enormous growth , Were sown in human nature's fruitful soil . Hence date the persecution and the pain , That man inflicts on all inferior kinds , Regardless of ...
... hour The seeds of cruelty , that since have swell'd To such gigantic and enormous growth , Were sown in human nature's fruitful soil . Hence date the persecution and the pain , That man inflicts on all inferior kinds , Regardless of ...
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... hours to moments . May give a useful lesson to the head , And Learning wiser grow without his books . Knowledge and Wisdom , far from being one , Have ofttimes no connexion . Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men ...
... hours to moments . May give a useful lesson to the head , And Learning wiser grow without his books . Knowledge and Wisdom , far from being one , Have ofttimes no connexion . Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men ...
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... hours enrich'd the world2 ; Yet found no times , in all the long research , So glorious , or so base , as those he prov'd , In which he conquer'd and in which he bled . Nor can the Muse the gallant Sidney3 pass , The plume of war ! with ...
... hours enrich'd the world2 ; Yet found no times , in all the long research , So glorious , or so base , as those he prov'd , In which he conquer'd and in which he bled . Nor can the Muse the gallant Sidney3 pass , The plume of war ! with ...
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... hour ; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings ; Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tower . DANGERS OF FANCY . " I cannot blame thy choice ( the sage replied ) , For soft and ...
... hour ; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings ; Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tower . DANGERS OF FANCY . " I cannot blame thy choice ( the sage replied ) , For soft and ...
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Стр. 79 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Стр. 98 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Стр. 75 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Стр. 84 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Стр. 47 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Стр. 114 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Стр. 63 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Стр. 82 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy...
Стр. 100 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Стр. 82 - All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate.