Wise Sayings of the Great and GoodWhittaker, 1864 - Всего страниц: 339 |
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... , God's 271 Ship at Sea , Description of a 271 Shipwreck , An Evil Spirit's Account of a 272 Sickness , Patience in 272 Sighs 272 Silence - And Darkness - In Nature . 273 Sin , Growth of - The Rule of - Miseries xvi Analysis of Contents .
... , God's 271 Ship at Sea , Description of a 271 Shipwreck , An Evil Spirit's Account of a 272 Sickness , Patience in 272 Sighs 272 Silence - And Darkness - In Nature . 273 Sin , Growth of - The Rule of - Miseries xvi Analysis of Contents .
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... dark with vaulted gloom , What holy awe invests the saintly tomb ! There pride will bow , and anxious care expand , And creeping avarice come with open hand ; The gay can weep , the impious can adore , From morn's first glimmerings on ...
... dark with vaulted gloom , What holy awe invests the saintly tomb ! There pride will bow , and anxious care expand , And creeping avarice come with open hand ; The gay can weep , the impious can adore , From morn's first glimmerings on ...
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... a judicious mother , more than all the rods , dark rooms , and scolding school - mistresses , in the Letter to his Aunt , by H. K. WHITE . universe . CHILDREN in Olden Time . Treatment of History can tell The Great and Good . 29.
... a judicious mother , more than all the rods , dark rooms , and scolding school - mistresses , in the Letter to his Aunt , by H. K. WHITE . universe . CHILDREN in Olden Time . Treatment of History can tell The Great and Good . 29.
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... dark mysterious name of horrid sound ? A long and lingering sleep the weary crave . And Peace ? Where can its happiness abound ? No where at all , save heaven and the grave . What is Life ? -JOHN CLARE . DEATH . Death openeth the gate ...
... dark mysterious name of horrid sound ? A long and lingering sleep the weary crave . And Peace ? Where can its happiness abound ? No where at all , save heaven and the grave . What is Life ? -JOHN CLARE . DEATH . Death openeth the gate ...
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... Dark ignorance is lavish of her shades ; And these the formidable picture draw . DEATH . Night Thoughts , VI . Line 52. - EDWARD YOUNG . A Child's idea of I know , uncle , We must all die ; my little brother died , I saw him die ; and ...
... Dark ignorance is lavish of her shades ; And these the formidable picture draw . DEATH . Night Thoughts , VI . Line 52. - EDWARD YOUNG . A Child's idea of I know , uncle , We must all die ; my little brother died , I saw him die ; and ...
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Стр. 134 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Стр. 209 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Стр. 315 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Стр. 102 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweetened not thy breath...
Стр. 21 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Стр. 251 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Стр. 210 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods, — Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature ; The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils...
Стр. 224 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Стр. 284 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Стр. 180 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes! From different natures marvellously mixed, Connection exquisite of distant worlds! Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity!