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... dead in trespasses and sins ; while the dim light of philosophy , that still glimmered in the schools , appeared but as the lamp of the sepulchre , shedding its pale and sickly ray around these gorgeous chambers of death . ( Longfellow ...
... dead in trespasses and sins ; while the dim light of philosophy , that still glimmered in the schools , appeared but as the lamp of the sepulchre , shedding its pale and sickly ray around these gorgeous chambers of death . ( Longfellow ...
Page 69
... dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real - Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our ...
... dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real - Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our ...
Page 70
... dead Past bury its dead ; Act - act in the living Present ! Heart within and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime , And , departing , leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ...
... dead Past bury its dead ; Act - act in the living Present ! Heart within and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime , And , departing , leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ...
Page 73
... dead . But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it , - therefore I'll none of it ; honour is a mere scutcheon , -and so ends my catechism . K OLIVER CROMWELL . ( Dryden . ) IS grandeur he. WHAT IS ...
... dead . But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it , - therefore I'll none of it ; honour is a mere scutcheon , -and so ends my catechism . K OLIVER CROMWELL . ( Dryden . ) IS grandeur he. WHAT IS ...
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... dead ! O another heart is mine , Blaavin , Sin ' this time seven year , For Life is brighter by a charm , Death darker by a fear . O Blaavin , rocky Blaavin , How I long to be with you again , To see lash'd gulf and gully Smoke white in ...
... dead ! O another heart is mine , Blaavin , Sin ' this time seven year , For Life is brighter by a charm , Death darker by a fear . O Blaavin , rocky Blaavin , How I long to be with you again , To see lash'd gulf and gully Smoke white in ...
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Page 71 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 23 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Page 130 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Page 121 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Page 31 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Page 23 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote...
Page xi - When, upon some slight encouragement, I first visited your lordship, I was overpowered, like the rest of mankind, by the enchantment...
Page 84 - Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Page 11 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Page 90 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...