The Rugbæan1850 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 47 találatból.
2. oldal
... present in the first of these two predicaments , that of having re- ceived the vague command , and not having the faintest notion of what to do , with but little prospect of emerging into the still more diffi- cult case , how to do it ...
... present in the first of these two predicaments , that of having re- ceived the vague command , and not having the faintest notion of what to do , with but little prospect of emerging into the still more diffi- cult case , how to do it ...
4. oldal
... present Blending gently into one , Those who still are journeying onward , Those whose race ou earth is run : Angel wings around us hover , Angel forms around , above , For the midnight watch is given To the spirits that we love . Earth ...
... present Blending gently into one , Those who still are journeying onward , Those whose race ou earth is run : Angel wings around us hover , Angel forms around , above , For the midnight watch is given To the spirits that we love . Earth ...
8. oldal
... present number . though poems come troopingly into our con- tribution box , of prose , which we look upon as a far better locomotive than verse , and able to supply our literary quadruped with far stouter understandings , we have ...
... present number . though poems come troopingly into our con- tribution box , of prose , which we look upon as a far better locomotive than verse , and able to supply our literary quadruped with far stouter understandings , we have ...
8. oldal
... present day , that he should have risen from the earth like a genie , or come into the world in any other extraordinary way , but he had a mother , who used to cook his daily meals for him in a large pot , to which the famous punch bowl ...
... present day , that he should have risen from the earth like a genie , or come into the world in any other extraordinary way , but he had a mother , who used to cook his daily meals for him in a large pot , to which the famous punch bowl ...
8. oldal
... present day ; one of the few existing monuments of the powers of Fin M'Coul . THE THREE CHURCHES OF THE WEST . Though late , Cornwall , and St. Piran with it , submitted to the Reformation ; and mass - book and legend gave way before ...
... present day ; one of the few existing monuments of the powers of Fin M'Coul . THE THREE CHURCHES OF THE WEST . Though late , Cornwall , and St. Piran with it , submitted to the Reformation ; and mass - book and legend gave way before ...
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26. oldal - And all killing insects and gnawing worms, And things of obscene and unlovely forms, She bore in a basket of Indian woof, Into the rough woods far aloof, In a basket, of grasses and wild flowers full, The freshest her gentle hands could pull For the poor banished insects, whose intent, Although they did ill, was innocent.
57. oldal - Labour's fair child, that languishes with wealth? Go then! and see them rising with the sun, Through a long course of daily toil to run; See them beneath the dog-star's raging heat, When the knees tremble and the temples beat ; Behold them, leaning on their scythes, look o'er The labour past, and toils to come explore; See them alternate suns and showers engage, And hoard up aches and anguish for their age...
41. oldal - Half-grown as yet, a child, and vain — She cannot fight the fear of death. What is she, cut from love and faith. But some wild Pallas from the brain Of Demons? fiery-hot to burst All barriers in her onward race For power. Let her know her place; She is the second, not the first.
70. oldal - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
57. oldal - ... their vulgar pride, Who, in their base contempt, the great deride ; Nor pride in learning, — though my clerk agreed, If fate should call him, Ashford might succeed ; Nor pride in rustic skill, although...
31. oldal - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
41. oldal - HER eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.
31. oldal - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
110. oldal - Men slander thee, my honest friend, And call thee in their pride, An emblem of their fickleness, Thou ever faithful guide. Each weak, unstable human mind A " weathercock " they call ; And thus, unthinkingly, mankind Abuse thee, one and all. They have no right to make thy name A by-word for their deeds : — They change their friends, their principles, Their fashions, and their creeds ; Whilst thou...
148. oldal - He lived — for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death...