The Viceregal Speeches and Addresses, Lectures and Poems, of the Late Earl of Carlisle, K.G. |
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... Men not afraid of God , afraid of me ; Safe from the bar , the pulpit , and the throne , Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone . O sacred weapon ! left for truth's defence , Sole dread of folly , vice , and insolence ! To all but ...
... Men not afraid of God , afraid of me ; Safe from the bar , the pulpit , and the throne , Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone . O sacred weapon ! left for truth's defence , Sole dread of folly , vice , and insolence ! To all but ...
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able Address agriculture appears attended Author bear beautiful believe called character classes close College common course distinguished Dublin duty EARL OF CARLISLE enter Excellency exhibited express eyes feel felt Gentlemen give given Government grace hand happy hear heart honour hope House human improvement increase industry institution interest Ireland Irish Italy kind LADIES land late learning least leave live London look Lord Carlisle marked Mayor meeting mind nature never noble occasion once passed peace perhaps period persons pleasure present prizes progress propose prosperity received reference representative respect Right Royal School seems sincere Society speak spirit success sure thanks things thou thought tion town true trust University whole wish
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Page ciii - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 382 - Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please. And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yev with jealous eyes.
Page 119 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Page 375 - Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 375 - For forms of government let fools contest, Whate'er is best administered is best.
Page 388 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 119 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Page cxiv - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Page cv - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Page 388 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam; Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood! The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...