The Treasury of Literature and Art: a Selection from the Best WritersW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - Всего страниц: 160 |
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... voice , and called his hounds from the fight ; telling them , in a language they understood , that it was in vain to contend longer ; for that fate had decreed the victory to their enemies . Thus far the muse hath with her usual dignity ...
... voice , and called his hounds from the fight ; telling them , in a language they understood , that it was in vain to contend longer ; for that fate had decreed the victory to their enemies . Thus far the muse hath with her usual dignity ...
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... voices on the shore , That our ears perceive no more , Deafened by the cataract's roar ? O thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands , -Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune , Morning ...
... voices on the shore , That our ears perceive no more , Deafened by the cataract's roar ? O thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands , -Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune , Morning ...
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... voice aloud how good He is , how great should be , Enlarged winds , that curl the flood , Know no such liberty . Stone walls do not a prison make , Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage . If I have ...
... voice aloud how good He is , how great should be , Enlarged winds , that curl the flood , Know no such liberty . Stone walls do not a prison make , Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage . If I have ...
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... voice , and wild uproar Stood ruled , stood vast infinitude confined ; Till at His second bidding darkness fled , Light shone , and order from disorder sprung : Swift to their several quarters hasted then The cumbrous elements , earth ...
... voice , and wild uproar Stood ruled , stood vast infinitude confined ; Till at His second bidding darkness fled , Light shone , and order from disorder sprung : Swift to their several quarters hasted then The cumbrous elements , earth ...
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... voice to a tremendous roar , descended in a torrent of rain . In this emergency , the fortitude of our hero was almost quite overcome . So many concurring circumstances of danger and distress might have appalled the most undaunted ...
... voice to a tremendous roar , descended in a torrent of rain . In this emergency , the fortitude of our hero was almost quite overcome . So many concurring circumstances of danger and distress might have appalled the most undaunted ...
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Стр. 56 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Стр. 92 - I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to t,he same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong) us, shall we not revenge i if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Стр. 75 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Стр. 60 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 75 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
Стр. 119 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes...
Стр. 27 - Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream. Then why pause with indecision, When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian...
Стр. 24 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.
Стр. 59 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Стр. 119 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.