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Side 42
... means , and in their envious gabble would prognosticate a year of sects and schisms . PARADISE LOST . BOOK IX THE Sun was sunk , and after him the star Of Hesperus , whose office is to bring Twilight upon the Earth , short arbiter 50 ...
... means , and in their envious gabble would prognosticate a year of sects and schisms . PARADISE LOST . BOOK IX THE Sun was sunk , and after him the star Of Hesperus , whose office is to bring Twilight upon the Earth , short arbiter 50 ...
Side 51
... mean ? Language of Man pronounced By tongue of brute , and human sense expressed ! The first at least of these I thought denied To beasts , whom God on their creation - day Created mute to all articulate sound ; The latter I demur , for ...
... mean ? Language of Man pronounced By tongue of brute , and human sense expressed ! The first at least of these I thought denied To beasts , whom God on their creation - day Created mute to all articulate sound ; The latter I demur , for ...
Side 60
... Mean I to try , what rash untried I sought , The pain of absence from thy sight . But strange Hath been the cause , and wonderful to hear . This tree is not , as we are told , a tree Of danger tasted , nor to evil unknown Opening the ...
... Mean I to try , what rash untried I sought , The pain of absence from thy sight . But strange Hath been the cause , and wonderful to hear . This tree is not , as we are told , a tree Of danger tasted , nor to evil unknown Opening the ...
Side 65
... mean me ill , or seek to harm . Was I to have never parted from thy side ? As good have grown there still , a lifeless rib . Being as I am , why didst not thou , the head , Command me absolutely not to go , Going into such danger , as ...
... mean me ill , or seek to harm . Was I to have never parted from thy side ? As good have grown there still , a lifeless rib . Being as I am , why didst not thou , the head , Command me absolutely not to go , Going into such danger , as ...
Side 72
... achieved : in Swift , in Defoe , in Goldsmith , in Hazlitt we may trace the line of inheritance which lives on its own means and neither envies nor seeks to rival the gold and jewellery of 72 PROSE WRITERS OF SEVENTEENTH CENTURY.
... achieved : in Swift , in Defoe , in Goldsmith , in Hazlitt we may trace the line of inheritance which lives on its own means and neither envies nor seeks to rival the gold and jewellery of 72 PROSE WRITERS OF SEVENTEENTH CENTURY.
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Side 248 - 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.
Side 397 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying. Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 405 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more ; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring...
Side 405 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Side 246 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Side 221 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 235 - From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, : • :. • . , Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Side 245 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st...
Side 403 - Our little systems have their day, They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Side 256 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware. "The selfsame moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.