The Pilgrims' Way: A Little Scrip of Good Counsel for TravellersSeeley, 1906 - 329 sider |
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... wise Martial , the things that do attain Mary mother , well thou be ! Mortals that would follow me My beloved spake and said unto me My blood so red My little son , who look'd from thoughtful eyes My soul , there is a country My true ...
... wise Martial , the things that do attain Mary mother , well thou be ! Mortals that would follow me My beloved spake and said unto me My blood so red My little son , who look'd from thoughtful eyes My soul , there is a country My true ...
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... Wise men patience never want 255 With love exceeding a simple love of the things 146 Ye blessed Creatures , I have heard the call Ye learned sisters , which have oftentimes 2222 97 AUTHORS ' NAMES ANONYMOUS : Hey nonny no ! 53 14 THE ...
... Wise men patience never want 255 With love exceeding a simple love of the things 146 Ye blessed Creatures , I have heard the call Ye learned sisters , which have oftentimes 2222 97 AUTHORS ' NAMES ANONYMOUS : Hey nonny no ! 53 14 THE ...
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... wise , nor endures evils to come by foreseeing them . He kisses and loves all , and , when the smart of the rod is past , smiles on his beater . . . We laugh at his foolish ports , but his game is our earnest ; and his drums , rattles ...
... wise , nor endures evils to come by foreseeing them . He kisses and loves all , and , when the smart of the rod is past , smiles on his beater . . . We laugh at his foolish ports , but his game is our earnest ; and his drums , rattles ...
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... wise , Having my law the seventh time disobey'd , I struck him , and dismiss'd With hard words and unkiss'd , -His Mother , who was patient , being dead . Then , fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep , I visited his bed , But found ...
... wise , Having my law the seventh time disobey'd , I struck him , and dismiss'd With hard words and unkiss'd , -His Mother , who was patient , being dead . Then , fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep , I visited his bed , But found ...
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... wise . Here is eternal spring : for you The very stars of heaven are new ; And aged Fame again is born , Fresh as a peeping flower of morn . For you shall Shakespeare's scene unroll , Mozart shall steal your ravish'd soul , Homer his ...
... wise . Here is eternal spring : for you The very stars of heaven are new ; And aged Fame again is born , Fresh as a peeping flower of morn . For you shall Shakespeare's scene unroll , Mozart shall steal your ravish'd soul , Homer his ...
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Side 28 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife: But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his
Side 119 - Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness ; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas ; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Side 318 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Side 26 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee: My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all.
Side 226 - Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover thee? Canst thou send lightnings, that they may go, And say unto thee, Here we are?
Side 297 - For thence, — a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, — Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail : What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me : A brute I might have been, but would not sink i...
Side 237 - PRAISE ye the LORD. Praise ye the LORD from the heavens : praise him in the heights. Praise ye him, all his angels : praise ye him, all his hosts. Praise ye him, sun and moon : praise him, all ye stars of light.
Side 84 - I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Side 292 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home.
Side 28 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — • Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...