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Strona 59
... leave a bitterness in the minds of those which are touched . I have seen many so prone to quip and gird , as they would rather lose their friend than their joke . Those nimble fancies are but the froth of wit . Lord Chancellor Burleigh ...
... leave a bitterness in the minds of those which are touched . I have seen many so prone to quip and gird , as they would rather lose their friend than their joke . Those nimble fancies are but the froth of wit . Lord Chancellor Burleigh ...
Strona 63
... leaving . THE DUKE'S MEMORY . To the last , his powers of memory , and the cheerfulness of a well- balanced mind , remained unimpaired . A day or two before his death , referring to the subject of civic feasts , he told an incident , in ...
... leaving . THE DUKE'S MEMORY . To the last , his powers of memory , and the cheerfulness of a well- balanced mind , remained unimpaired . A day or two before his death , referring to the subject of civic feasts , he told an incident , in ...
Strona 72
... Leaving the whole , both worlds at once they view , Who stand upon the threshold of the new . TIME . The past ! what is it but a gleam Which memory faintly throws ? The future ! ' tis the fairy dream That hope and fear compose . The ...
... Leaving the whole , both worlds at once they view , Who stand upon the threshold of the new . TIME . The past ! what is it but a gleam Which memory faintly throws ? The future ! ' tis the fairy dream That hope and fear compose . The ...
Strona 73
... leaves me half naked , and my whole night's comfort is the tuneful serenade of that wakeful nightingale - his nose . " 66 " 6 A SAILOR , having purchased some medicine of a celebrated doctor , demanded the price . ' Why , " says the ...
... leaves me half naked , and my whole night's comfort is the tuneful serenade of that wakeful nightingale - his nose . " 66 " 6 A SAILOR , having purchased some medicine of a celebrated doctor , demanded the price . ' Why , " says the ...
Strona 78
... leave A child of God might be ; And when she cries , " mamma , William , " And no mamma is near , Think then of her who dying wished She Jesu's love might share . And now , and now , for aye , William , I bid this spot farewell , And ...
... leave A child of God might be ; And when she cries , " mamma , William , " And no mamma is near , Think then of her who dying wished She Jesu's love might share . And now , and now , for aye , William , I bid this spot farewell , And ...
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Strona 242 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strona 372 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease...
Strona 144 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! logo.
Strona 252 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low, the woods Bow their hoar head ; and, ere the languid Sun Faint from the west emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.
Strona 339 - For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept : then had I been at rest...
Strona 255 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Strona 209 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Strona 54 - 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...
Strona 343 - O good gray head which all men knew, O voice from which their omens all men drew, O iron nerve to true occasion true, O fall'n at length that tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew!
Strona 298 - Forthwith the sounds and seas, each creek and bay, With fry innumerable swarm, and shoals Of fish, that with their fins and shining scales Glide under the green wave, in sculls that oft Bank the mid sea...