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... sense of merit and the smile of favour ; and the employment of apostolic notary afforded him a daily stipend of five gold 3RD QUARTER . B florins , a more honourable and extensive connection , and. Page Rienzi TWENTY-SEVENTH WEEK.
... sense of merit and the smile of favour ; and the employment of apostolic notary afforded him a daily stipend of five gold 3RD QUARTER . B florins , a more honourable and extensive connection , and. Page Rienzi TWENTY-SEVENTH WEEK.
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... sense of allegiance ; their interest and revenge engaged them in the service of the church ; but as the fate of the Colonna was before their eyes , they abandoned to a private adventurer the peril and glory of the revolution . John ...
... sense of allegiance ; their interest and revenge engaged them in the service of the church ; but as the fate of the Colonna was before their eyes , they abandoned to a private adventurer the peril and glory of the revolution . John ...
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... senses and the outward world ; Penn looked inward to the divine revelations in every mind . Locke compared the soul to a sheet of white paper , just as Hobbes had compared it to a slate , on which time and chance might scrawl their ...
... senses and the outward world ; Penn looked inward to the divine revelations in every mind . Locke compared the soul to a sheet of white paper , just as Hobbes had compared it to a slate , on which time and chance might scrawl their ...
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... sense of what they have done , or of what they have suffered , or are to endure . The reverse of all this is peace , which in a moment extinguishes all that fire , binds up all the wounds , and restores to all faces their natural ...
... sense of what they have done , or of what they have suffered , or are to endure . The reverse of all this is peace , which in a moment extinguishes all that fire , binds up all the wounds , and restores to all faces their natural ...
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... Sense - dull'd and fretful , " full of aches and pains , " Yet clinging still to life . To me they show The calm decay of nature , when the mind Retains its strength , and in the languid eye Religion's holy hope kindles a joy That makes ...
... Sense - dull'd and fretful , " full of aches and pains , " Yet clinging still to life . To me they show The calm decay of nature , when the mind Retains its strength , and in the languid eye Religion's holy hope kindles a joy That makes ...
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Стр. 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Стр. 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Стр. 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Стр. 57 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Стр. 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Стр. 59 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Стр. 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Стр. 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.