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Oxford University Press, 1852
 

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144. oldal - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now., Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
165. oldal - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
383. oldal - O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged ! Help, angels ! make assay ! Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe ! All may be well.
411. oldal - All flesh is not the same flesh ; but there is one kind of flesh of men, another flesh of beasts, another of fishes, and another of birds.
367. oldal - But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.
75. oldal - And he tarried seven days, according to the set time that Samuel had appointed : but Samuel came not to Gilgal ; and the people were scattered from him. 9 And Saul said, Bring hither a burnt offering to me, and peace offerings.
439. oldal - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
121. oldal - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out.
135. oldal - No, sir; you do not mean tardiness of locomotion ; you mean that sluggishness of mind which comes upon a man in solitude.
135. oldal - Chamier once asked him, what he meant by slow the last word in the first line of The Traveller, ' Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,' — Did he mean tardiness of locomotion? Goldsmith, who would say something without consideration, answered, 'Yes.

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