The World's Great Masterpieces: History, Biography, Science, Philosophy, Poetry, the Drama, Travel, Adventure, Fiction, Etc, Том 14American Literary Society, 1901 |
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... rest : Ah ! what's thy troubled motion To that within my breast ? " The merchant robbed of pleasure Sees tempests in despair ; But what's the loss of treasure , To losing of my dear ? Should you some coast be laid on , Where gold JOHN ...
... rest : Ah ! what's thy troubled motion To that within my breast ? " The merchant robbed of pleasure Sees tempests in despair ; But what's the loss of treasure , To losing of my dear ? Should you some coast be laid on , Where gold JOHN ...
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... rest is a mere matter of development . The strongest and most cunning easily acquire a superior share in this species of property , which is to be had , not by production , but by appropriation , and in becoming lords of the land they ...
... rest is a mere matter of development . The strongest and most cunning easily acquire a superior share in this species of property , which is to be had , not by production , but by appropriation , and in becoming lords of the land they ...
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... fathom , the revelation of truth whose light faileth not , the promise that never can be broken : - those are the pillars of her strength whereon she rests , we may 5072 WILLIAM EWART GLADSTONE . Anticipations for the Church of England.
... fathom , the revelation of truth whose light faileth not , the promise that never can be broken : - those are the pillars of her strength whereon she rests , we may 5072 WILLIAM EWART GLADSTONE . Anticipations for the Church of England.
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... rests , we may trust , not more conspicuous by their height than secure upon their deep foun- dations . THE HOMERIC VIEW OF THE FUTURE STATE . ( From " Juventus Mundi . " ) THE picture of the future state of man in Homer is eminently ...
... rests , we may trust , not more conspicuous by their height than secure upon their deep foun- dations . THE HOMERIC VIEW OF THE FUTURE STATE . ( From " Juventus Mundi . " ) THE picture of the future state of man in Homer is eminently ...
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... rest which an upright spirit tastes on the bosom of a friend . To a certain degree , he had learned to discern and value the good and the beautiful in arts and sciences ; the mean , the vulgar was offensive to him : and if hatred could ...
... rest which an upright spirit tastes on the bosom of a friend . To a certain degree , he had learned to discern and value the good and the beautiful in arts and sciences ; the mean , the vulgar was offensive to him : and if hatred could ...
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Сторінка 5176 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Сторінка 5286 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Сторінка 5046 - And pretty nigh all o' the crew was drowned (There was seventy-seven o' soul), And only ten of the Nancy's men Said 'Here!' to the muster-roll. "There was me, and the cook, and the captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And the bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite, . And the crew of the captain's gig.
Сторінка 5284 - The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Сторінка 5172 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
Сторінка 5174 - O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care that never must be mine, How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labor with an age of ease...
Сторінка 5286 - Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Сторінка 5288 - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day. Yet see how all around...
Сторінка 5176 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven...
Сторінка 5291 - Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.