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... never open here - How blissful it must be , both worlds in sight , To say my tired good - night . If only , from the fretting cares of Time , To truths eternal I at once may climb , No longer count the graves whereon I tread , But in ...
... never open here - How blissful it must be , both worlds in sight , To say my tired good - night . If only , from the fretting cares of Time , To truths eternal I at once may climb , No longer count the graves whereon I tread , But in ...
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... never knew much good come of sermons , and certainly I am not going so far to abuse your patience as to turn this desk into a pulpit . But we may philosophize for a moment , and yet steer clear of mor- alizing . I never had the faintest ...
... never knew much good come of sermons , and certainly I am not going so far to abuse your patience as to turn this desk into a pulpit . But we may philosophize for a moment , and yet steer clear of mor- alizing . I never had the faintest ...
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... never to intrude its grandest gains in science or philosophy presence - when it is hid away in the is perpetually interrupted by sleep , and silence of content ; the poet , the philoso- as perpetually interrupts it . In short , pher ...
... never to intrude its grandest gains in science or philosophy presence - when it is hid away in the is perpetually interrupted by sleep , and silence of content ; the poet , the philoso- as perpetually interrupts it . In short , pher ...
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... never been at court ; you have seen no society ; you have never even been in London ! " " Alas ! it is all too true , grandmamma . But how often have you told me that I have become bundles of rags , by indul- never must hope , in this ...
... never been at court ; you have seen no society ; you have never even been in London ! " " Alas ! it is all too true , grandmamma . But how often have you told me that I have become bundles of rags , by indul- never must hope , in this ...
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... never will learn how to put a coat on . Just come to the hall- chair for me to pull it up . You are so unreasonably tall , that you never can get your coat up at the neck . Now , will you have it done , or will you go as you are , and ...
... never will learn how to put a coat on . Just come to the hall- chair for me to pull it up . You are so unreasonably tall , that you never can get your coat up at the neck . Now , will you have it done , or will you go as you are , and ...
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Strona 318 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Strona 318 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labor and intent study, which I take to be my portion in this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times, as they should not willingly let it die.
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Strona 127 - Ilias, the other in his Odysseis : then Virgil, whose like intention was to doe in the person of...
Strona 282 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Strona 263 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Strona 319 - It is more probable therefore, that not the endless delight of speculation, but this very consideration of that, great commandment does not press forward, as soon as many do, to undergo, but keeps off with a sacred reverence and religious advisement how best to undergo; not taking thought of being late, so it give advantage to be more fit...
Strona 192 - For thus saith the Lord that created the heavens; God himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in vain, he formed it to be inhabited: I am the Lord; and there is none else.
Strona 319 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manhood am arrived so near; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Strona 556 - The glaciers creep Like snakes that watch their prey, from their far fountains, Slow rolling on; there, many a precipice, Frost and the Sun in scorn of mortal power Have piled: dome, pyramid, and pinnacle, A city of death, distinct with many a tower And wall impregnable of beaming ice. Yet not a city, but a flood of ruin Is there, that from the boundaries of the sky Rolls its perpetual stream...