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Сторінка 60 - Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Сторінка 129 - Have children climbed those knees, and kissed that face? What was thy name and station, age and race ? Statue of flesh, Immortal of the dead ! Imperishable type of evanescence, Posthumous man, who quitt'st thy narrow bed, And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the judgment morning, When the great Trump shall thrill thee with its warning.
Сторінка 311 - So much they scorn the crowd, that if the throng By chance go right, they purposely go wrong; So schismatics the plain believers quit, And are but damn'd for having too much wit.
Сторінка 166 - Their breath is agitation, and their life A storm whereon they ride, to sink at last, And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife, That should their days surviving perils past, Melt to calm twilight, they feel overcast With sorrow and supineness, and so die; Even as a flame unfed, which runs to waste With its own flickering, or a sword laid by, Which...
Сторінка 128 - Since first thy form was in this box extended, We have, above-ground, seen some strange mutations. The Roman empire has begun and ended, New worlds have risen — we have lost old nations, And countless Kings have into dust been humbled, While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled.
Сторінка 265 - Who, that surveys this span of earth we press, — This speck of life in time's great wilderness, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities ! — Would sully the bright spot, or leave it bare, When he might build him a proud temple there A name that long shall hallow all its space, And be each purer soul's high resting-place?
Сторінка 614 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Сторінка 128 - Tell us - for doubtless thou canst recollect To whom should we assign the Sphinx's fame? Was Cheops or Cephrenes architect Of either pyramid that bears his name? Is Pompey's Pillar really a misnomer? Had Thebes a hundred gates, as sung by Homer?