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Página xiv
In conclusion , we would observe that one class of subjects we have altogether
excluded , namely , those which would tend to foster a spirit of pride and vain
glory , whether in nations or individuals , and set up a standard of morality
opposed ...
In conclusion , we would observe that one class of subjects we have altogether
excluded , namely , those which would tend to foster a spirit of pride and vain
glory , whether in nations or individuals , and set up a standard of morality
opposed ...
Página xv
It was the treason of the godlike art That pointed glory to the sword and spear ,
And left the heart to moulder in its mine ! It was the menial service of the bard , It
was the basest bondage of his powers , In later times to consecrate a feast , And
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It was the treason of the godlike art That pointed glory to the sword and spear ,
And left the heart to moulder in its mine ! It was the menial service of the bard , It
was the basest bondage of his powers , In later times to consecrate a feast , And
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Página 2
THE rarer thy example stands By how much from the top of wond ' rous glory ;
Strongest of mortal men , To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fall ' n . Rivers
from bubbling springs Have rise at first , and great from abject , things . Middleton
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THE rarer thy example stands By how much from the top of wond ' rous glory ;
Strongest of mortal men , To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fall ' n . Rivers
from bubbling springs Have rise at first , and great from abject , things . Middleton
.
Página 10
Had you , some ages past , this race of glory Run , with amazement we should
read your story ; But living virtue , all achievement past , Meets envy still to
grapple with at last . Waller . Act ! for in action are wisdom and glory ; Fame ,
immortality ...
Had you , some ages past , this race of glory Run , with amazement we should
read your story ; But living virtue , all achievement past , Meets envy still to
grapple with at last . Waller . Act ! for in action are wisdom and glory ; Fame ,
immortality ...
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From earth it wanders through the heaven of heavens , There from the mercy -
seat itself evokes An answer , thrilling the seraphic host With added glory of
celestial song ! — R . Montgomery . 16 ADORATION . ADORN . ADULATION .
Happy is ...
From earth it wanders through the heaven of heavens , There from the mercy -
seat itself evokes An answer , thrilling the seraphic host With added glory of
celestial song ! — R . Montgomery . 16 ADORATION . ADORN . ADULATION .
Happy is ...
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Cyclopædia of poetical quotations ... Edited by H. G. Adams Henry Gardiner ADAMS Visualização integral - 1865 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
bear beauty birds bless breath bright Butler Byron clouds dark death deep delight doth Dryden earth eternal eyes face fair fall fame fate fear feel flowers fools gentle give glory gold grace grow hand happy hath head hear heart heaven honour hope hour human kind king leave light live look Milton mind morn nature never night o'er once pain passion past peace play pleasure poor Pope praise pride reason rest rich rise round seems sense Shakspere shine sleep smile soon soul sound Spenser spirit spring stand strong sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tongue true truth turn virtue voice wind wings wise wish Young youth
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Página 513 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Página 631 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Página 121 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off; and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And Wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 501 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Página 120 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Página 40 - O th' exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. " How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Página 368 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Página 80 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 262 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Página 581 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.