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... earth in very scorn ! Spurns with exulting hoof the plain- And champions the wind in high and proud disdain ! Once more upon the bounding sea- His good ship tightly running free ; The sailor recks not - bring what may The morrow - for ...
... earth in very scorn ! Spurns with exulting hoof the plain- And champions the wind in high and proud disdain ! Once more upon the bounding sea- His good ship tightly running free ; The sailor recks not - bring what may The morrow - for ...
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... earth , While agony unmixt its boon to hell . * Shame on us that our low notions of education have made " pedagogue " so contemptuous a term , that one must have resort to the Greek . For Ever , sank into the soul of Eve , ETON BUREAU . 25.
... earth , While agony unmixt its boon to hell . * Shame on us that our low notions of education have made " pedagogue " so contemptuous a term , that one must have resort to the Greek . For Ever , sank into the soul of Eve , ETON BUREAU . 25.
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... earth the soul yet stays her flight . While Ignorance fears , and guilt recoils from death , Frowns it on ransom'd souls so ghastly ? Never . Ye angels , as I yield my latest breath , Teach me to smile , and smiling , say , For ever ...
... earth the soul yet stays her flight . While Ignorance fears , and guilt recoils from death , Frowns it on ransom'd souls so ghastly ? Never . Ye angels , as I yield my latest breath , Teach me to smile , and smiling , say , For ever ...
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... earth , as the glad beams of the sun put to shame that expiring lamp . I regret not now my misfortunes ; they have changed the haughty godless baron to a penitent sinner , clinging to the cross , on the confines of the grave . And when ...
... earth , as the glad beams of the sun put to shame that expiring lamp . I regret not now my misfortunes ; they have changed the haughty godless baron to a penitent sinner , clinging to the cross , on the confines of the grave . And when ...
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... earth . " Adieu was not said ; it was expressed from soul to soul ; they parted , not to meet again on earth . Lord Dacre's confessor then came to him , to administer the last rites of the church , and remained till he was summoned to ...
... earth . " Adieu was not said ; it was expressed from soul to soul ; they parted , not to meet again on earth . Lord Dacre's confessor then came to him , to administer the last rites of the church , and remained till he was summoned to ...
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Сторінка 316 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Сторінка 274 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Сторінка 229 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Сторінка 267 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Сторінка 187 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Сторінка 143 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth...
Сторінка 265 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me : the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter*, more than I invent, or is invented on me : I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Сторінка 335 - THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town and out of the street, A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat, And he sat him down in a lonely place, And chanted a melody loud and sweet, That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud, And the lark drop down at his feet.
Сторінка 229 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom...
Сторінка 114 - The youth, he cried, whom I exiled Shall be restored to woo her. She's at the window many an hour His coming to discover: And he look'd up to Ellen's bower And she look'd on her lover — But ah! so pale, he knew her not, Though her smile on him was dwelling — And am I then forgot — forgot? It broke the heart of Ellen. In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs, Her...