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Sivu 5
... soul a treach'rous fire ; While , all his purposes and steps to guard , Peace follows Virtue as its sure reward ; And Pleasure brings us surely in her train Remorse , and Sorrow , and vindictive Pain . CHRISTIAN PHILOSOPHY . Philosophy ...
... soul a treach'rous fire ; While , all his purposes and steps to guard , Peace follows Virtue as its sure reward ; And Pleasure brings us surely in her train Remorse , and Sorrow , and vindictive Pain . CHRISTIAN PHILOSOPHY . Philosophy ...
Sivu 6
... souls can weep in bliss Ah that maternal smile ! it answers- I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nurs'ry window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ...
... souls can weep in bliss Ah that maternal smile ! it answers- I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nurs'ry window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ...
Sivu 7
... soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which Earth is fill'd . There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart . It does not feel for man ; the nat❜ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax , That falls asunder ...
... soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which Earth is fill'd . There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart . It does not feel for man ; the nat❜ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax , That falls asunder ...
Sivu 13
... souls a sympathy with sounds , And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleas'd With melting airs or martial , brisk or grave ; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us , and the heart replies . How soft the music of ...
... souls a sympathy with sounds , And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleas'd With melting airs or martial , brisk or grave ; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us , and the heart replies . How soft the music of ...
Sivu 17
... soul refresh'd with foretaste of the joy ? Rivers of gladness water all the earth ' , And clothe all climes with beauty ; the reproach Of barrenness is past . The fruitful field Laughs with abundance ; and the land , once lean , Or ...
... soul refresh'd with foretaste of the joy ? Rivers of gladness water all the earth ' , And clothe all climes with beauty ; the reproach Of barrenness is past . The fruitful field Laughs with abundance ; and the land , once lean , Or ...
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angel beam behold beneath bird blood breath bright Caernarvonshire clouds Cromwell crown dark dear death deep delight doth dread dream earth Edition England ev'ry eyes fair father fear feel fix'd flood foul fountain of eternal Gaza gentle glory grace hand happy hath head hear heart heaven heavenly Henry VI hill honour hope hour Hubert Julius Cæsar justice king labour light LIQUEURS little Prince live LONGMAN lord mercy methought mind morn morocco mortal mountains Muses Nature's never night numbers nymph o'er Orcus Paradise peace plain pleas'd poets pow'r praise Prince pupil Quaternion Queen Richard II rising ROBINSON's ART round Samson scene shade Shakspeare shame sight sleep smile SMOKING MEAT song sorrow soul sound spirit stream sweet Taliessin tears tempest thee thine thought walk wander warbling wave wild wind wings woods words young youth
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Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.