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... Hope , . Prose , The Swiss Peasant , Ode to Apollo , Reverence for Antiquity , Nuremberg , Rome , • St Paul at Athens , A Psalm of Life , On Human Grandeur , Of Great Place , What is Honour , Oliver Cromwell , On His Own Blindness , The ...
... Hope , . Prose , The Swiss Peasant , Ode to Apollo , Reverence for Antiquity , Nuremberg , Rome , • St Paul at Athens , A Psalm of Life , On Human Grandeur , Of Great Place , What is Honour , Oliver Cromwell , On His Own Blindness , The ...
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... hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received , or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron , which Providence has enabled . me to do for myself ...
... hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received , or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron , which Providence has enabled . me to do for myself ...
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... hope , in whom the fire that never shall be quenched is already burning ? Yet Tom was not quite gone . His wondrous words and pious prayers had struck upon the hearts of the imbruted blacks who had been the instruments of cruelty upon ...
... hope , in whom the fire that never shall be quenched is already burning ? Yet Tom was not quite gone . His wondrous words and pious prayers had struck upon the hearts of the imbruted blacks who had been the instruments of cruelty upon ...
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... hope , a fame , They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle , once begun , Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son , Though baffled oft , is ever won . Bear witness , Greece , thy living page , Attest it many a deathless age ...
... hope , a fame , They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle , once begun , Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son , Though baffled oft , is ever won . Bear witness , Greece , thy living page , Attest it many a deathless age ...
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... hope deceives , Who sings for after time , and leaves A name - to be forgot . Life is a lightning - flash of breath ; Fame - but a thunder - clap at death . TH LOVE . ( Southey . ) HEY sin who. GEMS OF LITERATURE . 21.
... hope deceives , Who sings for after time , and leaves A name - to be forgot . Life is a lightning - flash of breath ; Fame - but a thunder - clap at death . TH LOVE . ( Southey . ) HEY sin who. GEMS OF LITERATURE . 21.
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Page 73 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 25 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Page 132 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Page 123 - 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 out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Page 33 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Page 25 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote...
Page 1 - When, upon some slight encouragement, I first visited your lordship, I was overpowered, like the rest of mankind, by the enchantment...
Page 86 - Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Page 13 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. 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.
Page 92 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...