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Сторінка 53 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Сторінка 185 - As many more individuals of each species are born than can possibly survive; and as, consequently, there is a frequently recurring struggle for existence, it follows that any being, if it vary however slightly in any manner profitable to itself, under the complex and sometimes varying conditions of life, will have a better chance of surviving, and thus be naturally selected. From the strong principle of inheritance, any selected variety will tend to propagate its new and modified form.
Сторінка 353 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Сторінка 157 - And it shall come to pass in that day, that the light shall not be clear, nor dark: but it shall be one day which shall be known to the Lord, not day, nor night: but it shall come to pass, that at evening time it shall be light.
Сторінка 466 - said the pitying Spirit, " Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall — Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the Serpent is over them all!
Сторінка 97 - I waked one morning, in the beginning of last June, from a dream, of which, all I could recover was, that I had thought myself in an ancient castle (a very natural dream for a head filled like mine with Gothic story), and that on the uppermost banister of a great staircase I saw a gigantic hand in armour.
Сторінка 97 - The work grew on my hands, and I grew fond of it— add, that I was very glad to think of anything, rather than politics. In short, I was so engrossed with my tale, which I completed in less than two months...
Сторінка 307 - ... for the comforting of such that delight in music, it may be permitted, that in the beginning or in the end of common prayers, either at morning or evening, there may be sung an hymn, or such like song to the praise of ALMIGHTY GOD in the best sort of melody and music that may be conveniently devised, having respect that the sentence of the hymn may be understanded and perceived.
Сторінка 158 - Thy sun shall no more go down, neither shall thy moon withdraw itself: for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended.
Сторінка 445 - In the dark hour of shame, I deigned to stand Before the frowning peers at Bacon's side : On a far shore I smoothed with tender hand, Through months of pain, the sleepless bed of Hyde : " I brought the wise and brave of ancient days To cheer the cell where Raleigh pined alone : I lighted Milton's darkness with the blaze Of the bright ranks that guard the eternal throne.