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Side 34
... Nature made her ; beauty cost her noth- ing , Her virtues were so rare . d . GEORGE CHAPMAN - All Fools . Act I. Sc . I. We do love beauty at first sight ; and we do cease to love it , if it is not accompanied by amiable qualities . e ...
... Nature made her ; beauty cost her noth- ing , Her virtues were so rare . d . GEORGE CHAPMAN - All Fools . Act I. Sc . I. We do love beauty at first sight ; and we do cease to love it , if it is not accompanied by amiable qualities . e ...
Side 35
... nature's brag , and must be shown In courts , at feasts , and high solemnities , Where most may wonder at the workmanship . m . MILTON - Comus . L. 745 . Beauty is Nature's coin , must not be hoarded , But must be current , and the good ...
... nature's brag , and must be shown In courts , at feasts , and high solemnities , Where most may wonder at the workmanship . m . MILTON - Comus . L. 745 . Beauty is Nature's coin , must not be hoarded , But must be current , and the good ...
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... Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on . e . How should I gauge what beauty is her dole , Who cannot see her countenance for her soul , As birds see not the casement for the sky ? And as ' tis check they prove its presence by , I ...
... Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on . e . How should I gauge what beauty is her dole , Who cannot see her countenance for her soul , As birds see not the casement for the sky ? And as ' tis check they prove its presence by , I ...
Side 50
... Nature's school ; To thee the palm of scoffing we ascribe , Arch - mocker and mad abbot of misrule ! k . ROBERT WILDE , D.D. - Sonnet . To the Mocking - Bird . Nightingale . Hark ! ah , the nightingale- The tawny - throated ! Hark from ...
... Nature's school ; To thee the palm of scoffing we ascribe , Arch - mocker and mad abbot of misrule ! k . ROBERT WILDE , D.D. - Sonnet . To the Mocking - Bird . Nightingale . Hark ! ah , the nightingale- The tawny - throated ! Hark from ...
Side 53
... Nature guide thee ; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require ; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail , Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail . GAY - Rural Sports . Canto I. 1 . L. 209 . Those golden birds ...
... Nature guide thee ; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require ; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail , Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail . GAY - Rural Sports . Canto I. 1 . L. 209 . Those golden birds ...
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Side 634 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Side 55 - Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 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...
Side 393 - MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May ! that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Side 151 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Side 489 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Side 423 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Side 552 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Side 322 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Side 61 - 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. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Side 403 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the time has been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : this is more strange Than such a murder is.