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Strona 16
... speak so loud , as manifestly to be disqualified from becoming the wife of an absolute king who could not endure loud speaking . While the termination of the month was rapidly advancing , the mes- sengers returned slowly and sorrowfully ...
... speak so loud , as manifestly to be disqualified from becoming the wife of an absolute king who could not endure loud speaking . While the termination of the month was rapidly advancing , the mes- sengers returned slowly and sorrowfully ...
Strona 24
... speak for myself in this matter . Not inclining to dance , and always hating silly plays and kissings , I posted to bed at an early hour , while W- - , up to his ears in the clover of novelty , staid 24 [ January , Rambledom : in Four ...
... speak for myself in this matter . Not inclining to dance , and always hating silly plays and kissings , I posted to bed at an early hour , while W- - , up to his ears in the clover of novelty , staid 24 [ January , Rambledom : in Four ...
Strona 31
... speaking , is the science of the table , but among seamen it is known as panthology , their food being always served up in pans . We have no institution in which this art is taught , but in England they have an Eaton College . The ...
... speaking , is the science of the table , but among seamen it is known as panthology , their food being always served up in pans . We have no institution in which this art is taught , but in England they have an Eaton College . The ...
Strona 38
... lines of nature with an ease and a decision which speak well for the taste of the engineer ( I had almost said of the artist ) who traced them . The wood - pile laughs beneath the shed , The 38 [ January , Memories of Summer .
... lines of nature with an ease and a decision which speak well for the taste of the engineer ( I had almost said of the artist ) who traced them . The wood - pile laughs beneath the shed , The 38 [ January , Memories of Summer .
Strona 45
... lines of nature with an ease and a decision which speak well for the taste of the engineer ( I had almost said of the artist ) who traced them . The wood - pile laughs beneath the shed , The 38 [ January , Memories of Summer .
... lines of nature with an ease and a decision which speak well for the taste of the engineer ( I had almost said of the artist ) who traced them . The wood - pile laughs beneath the shed , The 38 [ January , Memories of Summer .
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Strona 56 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Strona 55 - Build me straight, O worthy Master, Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
Strona 321 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration, (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula,) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Strona 287 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly — Wash me, Saviour, or I die...
Strona 56 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Strona 152 - ... cried down by the other half, as if all depended on this particular up or down. The odds are that the whole question is not worth the poorest thought which the scholar has lost in listening to the controversy. Let him not quit his belief that a popgun is a popgun, though the ancient and honorable of the earth affirm it to be the crack of doom.
Strona 45 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God; where thou diest I will die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.
Strona 169 - Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course? The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with years ; the ocean shrinks, and grows again; the moon herself is lost in heaven. But thou art forever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course.
Strona 325 - That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among the ruins of lona.
Strona 154 - And what greater calamity can fall upon a nation than the loss of worship? Then all things go to decay. Genius leaves the temple, to haunt the senate or the market. Literature becomes frivolous. Science is cold. The eye of youth is not lighted by the hope of other worlds, and age is without honor. Society lives to trifles, and when men die we do not mention them.