The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volume 14Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 - Anthologies |
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... arm to take away life , it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death . God would not exempt himself from that ; the misery of immortality in the flesh he undertook not , that was in it , immortal . Certainly there is no happiness ...
... arm to take away life , it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death . God would not exempt himself from that ; the misery of immortality in the flesh he undertook not , that was in it , immortal . Certainly there is no happiness ...
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... arms . I thank God for my happy dreams as I do for my good rest ; for there is a satisfaction in them unto reasonable desires , and such as can be content with a fit of happiness and surely it is not a melancholy conceit to think we are ...
... arms . I thank God for my happy dreams as I do for my good rest ; for there is a satisfaction in them unto reasonable desires , and such as can be content with a fit of happiness and surely it is not a melancholy conceit to think we are ...
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... arms ; for though , glancing back at the sun , I judged it to be hardly past four in the morning , yet already the slopes were moving like an ant - hill the regiments gathering , arms flashing , horsemen galloping to and fro , and the ...
... arms ; for though , glancing back at the sun , I judged it to be hardly past four in the morning , yet already the slopes were moving like an ant - hill the regiments gathering , arms flashing , horsemen galloping to and fro , and the ...
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... arms , leap'd a foot in air and fell on his face . Pressing up , I noted that the first line was now at the foot of the earthwork ; and , in a minute , saw their steel caps and crimson sashes swarming up the face of it , and their pikes ...
... arms , leap'd a foot in air and fell on his face . Pressing up , I noted that the first line was now at the foot of the earthwork ; and , in a minute , saw their steel caps and crimson sashes swarming up the face of it , and their pikes ...
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... arms and legs , to the very bottom . Before I had the sand well out of my eyes , my comrade was up and had his pike ... arm and pull'd behind a clump of bushes handy by . ' Twas the man with the wen , and by his smoking musket I knew ...
... arms and legs , to the very bottom . Before I had the sand well out of my eyes , my comrade was up and had his pike ... arm and pull'd behind a clump of bushes handy by . ' Twas the man with the wen , and by his smoking musket I knew ...
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Page 29 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 390 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost Archangel, " this the seat That we must change for Heaven? — this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be...
Page 56 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth: and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Page 392 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
Page 56 - For Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are ; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
Page 359 - Twas Presbyterian true blue, For he was of that stubborn crew Of Errant Saints, whom all men grant To be the true Church Militant...
Page 287 - Time which antiquates antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things, hath yet spared these minor monuments. In vain we hope to be known by open and visible conservatories, when to be unknown was the means of their continuation, and obscurity their protection.
Page 391 - What matter where, if I be still the same And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater...
Page 271 - CYRIACK, this three years day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 36 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.