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... give in their ver- dict . Educated in the high school of Edinburgh , which was possess- ed of the best means of communicating instruction that the times afforded , we find him apparently neglectful of imposed duties , and as he ...
... give in their ver- dict . Educated in the high school of Edinburgh , which was possess- ed of the best means of communicating instruction that the times afforded , we find him apparently neglectful of imposed duties , and as he ...
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... give dignity to the loved wife of his bosom , and to children attached with an unwonted fondness . No vain hankerings after wealth for itself , spurred him on , but he sought opulence , to lavish in benev- olent acts upon his neighbors ...
... give dignity to the loved wife of his bosom , and to children attached with an unwonted fondness . No vain hankerings after wealth for itself , spurred him on , but he sought opulence , to lavish in benev- olent acts upon his neighbors ...
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... give to us the present pleasure , We prize it as a richer treasure Than wisdom from the past ; Brighter the halo that surrounds it , Fairer the flow'ry wreath that bounds it , Than shadows forward cast . " Then turned he , and the ...
... give to us the present pleasure , We prize it as a richer treasure Than wisdom from the past ; Brighter the halo that surrounds it , Fairer the flow'ry wreath that bounds it , Than shadows forward cast . " Then turned he , and the ...
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... give ear to the prayer that is Declare no more the victor's meed . swelling In sadness Osmail heard the blast , From a heart in its anguish now ceas- For well he knew it was the last ; ing to beat , Yet following at the herald's call ...
... give ear to the prayer that is Declare no more the victor's meed . swelling In sadness Osmail heard the blast , From a heart in its anguish now ceas- For well he knew it was the last ; ing to beat , Yet following at the herald's call ...
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... give up all thought in the making of books , since in this way such readers might find them- selves relieved of a burden . Thought , with such , is merely secondary , or of no account ; and its presence might occasion them , in their ...
... give up all thought in the making of books , since in this way such readers might find them- selves relieved of a burden . Thought , with such , is merely secondary , or of no account ; and its presence might occasion them , in their ...
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Página 356 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Página 172 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
Página 172 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Página 323 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Página 172 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Página 49 - Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy To me, a son, a brother, and a friend, A husband, and a father! who revere All bonds of natural love, and find them all Within the limits of thy rocky shores.
Página 46 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Página 340 - The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow.
Página 294 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Página 139 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.