Live and Learn: A Guide for All, who Wish to Speak and Write Correctly

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125. oldal - Thou hast brought a vine out of Egypt : Thou hast cast out the heathen, and planted it. Thou preparedst room before it, And didst cause it to take deep root, And it filled the land. The hills were covered with the shadow of it, And the boughs thereof were like the goodly cedars. She sent out her boughs unto the sea, And her branches unto the river.
125. oldal - Why hast thou then broken down her hedges, So that all they which pass by the way do pluck her ? The boar out of the wood doth waste it, And the wild beast of the field doth devour it.
127. oldal - Alas ! my noble boy ! that thou shouldst die ! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb ! My proud boy, Absalom...
111. oldal - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
125. oldal - The wicked flee when no man pursueth : but the righteous are bold as a lion.
120. oldal - ship-boy on the high and giddy mast," but also in the cabin, where every menial office fell to my lot : yet if I was restless and discontented, I can safely say, it was not so much on account of this, as of my being precluded from all possibility of reading; as my master did not possess, nor do I recollect seeing during the whole time of my abode with him, a single book of any description, except the...
120. oldal - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit...
21. oldal - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon and hears no sound Save his own dashings...
127. oldal - O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
125. oldal - But small the bliss that sense alone bestows, And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. In florid beauty groves and fields appear ; Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. Contrasted faults through all his manners reign : Though poor, luxurious ; though submissive, vain ^ Though grave, yet trifling ; zealous, yet untrue ; And e'en in penance planning sins anew.

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