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480. oldal - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
149. oldal - Thames' translucent wave Shines a broad mirror through the shadowy cave ; Where lingering drops from mineral roofs distil, And pointed crystals break the sparkling rill ; Unpolish'd gems no ray on pride bestow, And latent metals innocently glow ; Approach. Great nature studiously behold ! And eye the mine without a wish for gold. Approach ; but awful ! lo ! the ^Egerian grot, Where, nobly pensive, St.
270. oldal - Knowledge before — a discovery that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our philosophy.
516. oldal - It would be no crime in me to divert the Nile or Danube from its course, were I able to effect such purposes. Where then is the crime of turning a few ounces of blood from their natural channel?
480. oldal - Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.' He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
81. oldal - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
75. oldal - Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest...
360. oldal - The particular talents by which these misanthropes are distinguished from one another, consist in the various kinds of barbarities which they execute upon their prisoners. Some are celebrated for a happy dexterity in tipping the lion upon them ; which is performed by squeezing the nose flat to the face, and boring out the eyes with their fingers.