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Fra bogen
Side 548
... 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 . What supports me , dost thou ask ? The ...
... 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 . What supports me , dost thou ask ? The ...
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Almindelige termer og sætninger
answer appeared beauty better body born brought called carried cause character common consider death desire doth earth effect eyes face father fear feel gave give given hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human Italy keep kind labour Lady land leave less light live look Lord manner matter means mind morning nature never night observed once pass passion perhaps person pleasure poet poor present reason rest rich round seemed side soon soul speak spirit stand suffer tell thee things thou thought took true truth turn virtue whole wisdom wish young
Populære passager
Side 236 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Side 577 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Side 389 - The Sea The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Side 546 - 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.
Side 352 - I went by the field of the slothful, and by the vineyard of the man void of understanding ; and, lo, it was all grown over with thorns, and nettles had covered the face thereof, and the stone wall thereof was broken down.
Side 574 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Side 104 - MUMMY (AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION) Horace Smith And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago. When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Side 349 - Such seemed this man, not all alive nor dead, Nor all asleep, in his extreme old age : His body was bent double, feet and head Coming together...
Side 453 - Rumour can ope the grave. Acquaintance I would have, but when "t depends Not on the number, but the choice, of friends. Books should, not business, entertain the light, And sleep, as undisturb'd as death, the night.
Side 554 - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...