The Heart of Oak Books, Volume 6Kate Stephens, Charles Eliot Norton D.C. Health & Company, 1906 |
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The Heart of Oak Books, Livro 6 Kate Stephens,Charles Eliot Norton,George Henry Browne Visualização integral - 1895 |
The Heart of Oak Books, Volume 6 Charles Eliot Norton,George Henry Browne Visualização integral - 1895 |
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Página 8 - THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE. Sir Henry Wotton. How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill; Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepar'd for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public
Página 235 - died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; — How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet
Página 270 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet Decay, As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of Morning's dew Ne'er to be found again. TO THE
Página 177 - us From the land of mist and snow. And every tongue, through utter drought, Was wither'd at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
Página 4 - th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault, If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back
Página 308 - fare we dine,' Wear hoddin 3 gray, an' a' that; Gie 4 fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a' that: For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, an' a' that; The honest man, tho' e'er sae 5 poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie 6 ca'd
Página 112 - the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust. No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! G-host unlaid forbear thee! Nothing ill come near thee! Quiet consummation have; And renowned be thy grave!
Página 187 - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Página 306 - on tower and kiosk 0! In Saint Sophia the Turkman gets, And loud in air calls men to prayer From the tapering summit of tall minarets. Such empty phantom I freely grant them; But there is an anthem more dear to me, — 'Tis the bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the
Página 190 - 0 let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway. The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: