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... soul unknown , Convinced that virtue only is our own , So unaffected , so composed a mind , So firm , yet soft , so strong , yet so refin'd , Heaven , as its purest gold , by tortures tried— The saint sustained it , but the woman died ...
... soul unknown , Convinced that virtue only is our own , So unaffected , so composed a mind , So firm , yet soft , so strong , yet so refin'd , Heaven , as its purest gold , by tortures tried— The saint sustained it , but the woman died ...
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... soul , which appears in these poor wretches on many occasions , be raised to , were it rightly cultivated ? and what co- lour of excuse can there be for the contempt with which we treat this part of our species ? That we should not put ...
... soul , which appears in these poor wretches on many occasions , be raised to , were it rightly cultivated ? and what co- lour of excuse can there be for the contempt with which we treat this part of our species ? That we should not put ...
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... Sheba was never More covetous of wisdom , and fair virtue , Than this pure soul shall be Truth shall nurse her ; Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her . " " In the reign of Elizabeth , " says Campbell 42 POTERY FOR SCHOOLS .
... Sheba was never More covetous of wisdom , and fair virtue , Than this pure soul shall be Truth shall nurse her ; Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her . " " In the reign of Elizabeth , " says Campbell 42 POTERY FOR SCHOOLS .
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... soul . All the images of nature were still present to him , and he drew them not laboriously , but luckily . When he describes any thing , you more than see it , you feel it too . He needed not the spectacles of books to read nature ...
... soul . All the images of nature were still present to him , and he drew them not laboriously , but luckily . When he describes any thing , you more than see it , you feel it too . He needed not the spectacles of books to read nature ...
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... soul , and England keep my bones ! Enter Pembroke , Salisbury , and Bigod . Sal . This is the prison : What is he lies here ? [ Seeing Arthur . Pem . O death , made proud with pure and princely beauty ! The earth had not a hole to hide ...
... soul , and England keep my bones ! Enter Pembroke , Salisbury , and Bigod . Sal . This is the prison : What is he lies here ? [ Seeing Arthur . Pem . O death , made proud with pure and princely beauty ! The earth had not a hole to hide ...
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Page 248 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Page 31 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Page 56 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation : he was naturally learned ; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature ; he looked inwards, and found her there.
Page 247 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 300 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Page 248 - Gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard ; and heard, too, have her Saxon foes : — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears...
Page 48 - Eugh, obedient to the benders will ; The Birch for shaftes ; the Sallow for the mill ; The Mirrhe sweete-bleeding in the bitter wound ; The warlike Beech ; the Ash for nothing ill ; The fruitful! Olive ; and the Platane round ; The carver Holme ; the Maple seeldom inward sound.
Page 248 - ... mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips, — "The foe! They come! They come!
Page 300 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet Vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Page 84 - Henceforth I learn that to obey is best, And love with fear the only God, to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...