Keble's Lectures on Poetry, 1832-1841, Volume 1

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At the Clarendon Press, 1912
 

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Página 394 - Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth. The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from God.
Página 282 - I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly : thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest...
Página 157 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
Página 190 - Thou shalt not oppress an hired servant that is poor and needy, whether he be of thy brethren, or of thy strangers that are in thy land within thy gates : at his day thou shalt give him his hire, neither shall the sun go down upon it ; for he is poor, and setteth his heart upon it : lest he cry against thee unto the Lord, and it be sin unto thee.
Página 388 - And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
Página 61 - Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life; thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field.
Página 195 - First march the heavy mules, securely slow, O'er hills, o'er dales, o'er crags, o'er rocks, they go : Jumping, high o'er the shrubs of the rough ground ; Rattle the clattering cars, and the shock'd axles bound.
Página 83 - As for you, O house of Israel, thus saith the Lord GOD; Go ye, serve ye every one his idols, and hereafter also, if ye will not hearken unto me: but pollute ye my holy name no more with your gifts, and with your idols.
Página 8 - WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, a true Philosopher and Poet, who, by the special gift and calling of Almighty God; whether he discoursed on Man or Nature^ failed not to lift up the heart to holy things, tired not of maintaining the cause of the poor and simple ; and so, in perilous times was raised up, to be a chief minister not only of noblest poesy, but of high and sacred truth, THIS MEMORIAL is placed here by his Friends and Neighbours,.
Página 395 - Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled : thou takest away- their breath, they die, and return to their dust. Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created : and thou renewest the face of the earth.

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