Gems of Literature, Elegant, Rare, and Suggestive ...William P. Nimmo, 1866 - 147 páginas |
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... that on her blows Chastens her spotless purity of breast , And hardens her to bear Serene the ills of life . O RESIGNATION . ( Chatterton . ) GOD , whose. TO AN EARLY PRIMROSE . THE LAST OF THE POOR SLAVE . GEMS OF LITERATURE . 5.
... that on her blows Chastens her spotless purity of breast , And hardens her to bear Serene the ills of life . O RESIGNATION . ( Chatterton . ) GOD , whose. TO AN EARLY PRIMROSE . THE LAST OF THE POOR SLAVE . GEMS OF LITERATURE . 5.
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... bear their fruits , long as Eternity shall last . Yes , poor Louis , Death has found thee . No palace - walls or life- guards , gorgeous tapestries or gilt buckram of stiffest ceremonial. THE LAST OF THE PROUD MONARCH . REFLECTIONS IN ...
... bear their fruits , long as Eternity shall last . Yes , poor Louis , Death has found thee . No palace - walls or life- guards , gorgeous tapestries or gilt buckram of stiffest ceremonial. THE LAST OF THE PROUD MONARCH . REFLECTIONS IN ...
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... Bear witness , Greece , thy living page , Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings , in dusky darkness hid , Have left a nameless pyramid , Thy heroes , though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb , A mightier ...
... Bear witness , Greece , thy living page , Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings , in dusky darkness hid , Have left a nameless pyramid , Thy heroes , though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb , A mightier ...
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... bears his name ? Is Pompey's Pillar really a misnomer ? Had Thebes a hundred gates , as sung by Homer ? Perhaps thou wert a mason , and forbidden By oath. ADDRESS TO A MUMMY . That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life. 18 GEMS OF ...
... bears his name ? Is Pompey's Pillar really a misnomer ? Had Thebes a hundred gates , as sung by Homer ? Perhaps thou wert a mason , and forbidden By oath. ADDRESS TO A MUMMY . That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life. 18 GEMS OF ...
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... bears no resemblance whatever to the Rome of the Cæsars - that it can hardly be said to stand on the same spot of ground - that it is a comparatively modern city , built very much in the style of the older part of Paris , consisting ...
... bears no resemblance whatever to the Rome of the Cæsars - that it can hardly be said to stand on the same spot of ground - that it is a comparatively modern city , built very much in the style of the older part of Paris , consisting ...
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ALBERT DURER Albrecht Dürer amidst ancient beauty bird Blaavin blessed bloom breast breath Canossa chamber door CHRISTIAN PATRIOTISM Columbus cried Cromwell crown dark dead death delight Doth dream dust earth Emperor epitaphs fair feel flowers girl give glory grave hand HANS SACHS happy hath head hear heart hearts that hate Heaven Henry honour hope Horace Smith hour human humble king Learn to labour Lenore light living look Lord man-the man's mankind mercy mind monarchs Mons monument mountains nature never noble Nuremberg o'er ocean once pains poison'd Pope Prof prose proud Pyramids Quoth the Raven rock Roman citizen Rome rude ruins SACHS Sambo Shakspeare shame shed smile soon soul sound standing stood strange sweet thee thine things Thomas Fuller thou thought toil tomb torrents Tribur verse wind wise intelligences
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Página 71 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Página 23 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Página 130 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Página 121 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Página 31 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Página 23 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote...
Página xi - When, upon some slight encouragement, I first visited your lordship, I was overpowered, like the rest of mankind, by the enchantment...
Página 84 - Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Página 11 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Página 90 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...