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... into some quiet nook , where “ The inner spirit keepeth holiday , Like vernal
ground to sabbath sunshine left , " there to delight themselves with the beauties
of some favourite author — to walk with Poesy in her serene retreats , and to
indulge ...
... into some quiet nook , where “ The inner spirit keepeth holiday , Like vernal
ground to sabbath sunshine left , " there to delight themselves with the beauties
of some favourite author — to walk with Poesy in her serene retreats , and to
indulge ...
Page xiv
In conclusion , we would observe that one class of subjects we have altogether
excluded , namely , those which would tend to foster a spirit of pride and vain
glory , whether in nations or individuals , and set up a standard of morality
opposed ...
In conclusion , we would observe that one class of subjects we have altogether
excluded , namely , those which would tend to foster a spirit of pride and vain
glory , whether in nations or individuals , and set up a standard of morality
opposed ...
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It breathes upon our spirits a rich balm , And , with its tender tones and melody ,
Draws mercy from the warrior , and proclaims A morn of bright and universal love
To those who journey with us through the vale ; It points to moral greatness ...
It breathes upon our spirits a rich balm , And , with its tender tones and melody ,
Draws mercy from the warrior , and proclaims A morn of bright and universal love
To those who journey with us through the vale ; It points to moral greatness ...
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From you have I been absent in the spring , When proud - pied April , dress ' d in
all his trim , Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing ; That heavy Saturn laugh ' d
and leap ' d with him . Yet nor the lays of birds , nor the sweet smell Of different ...
From you have I been absent in the spring , When proud - pied April , dress ' d in
all his trim , Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing ; That heavy Saturn laugh ' d
and leap ' d with him . Yet nor the lays of birds , nor the sweet smell Of different ...
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Pope . The reputation Of virtuous actions past , if not kept up With an access and
fresh supply of new ones , Is lost and soon forgotten . Denham . The keen spirit
Seizes the prompt occasion , makes the thoughts Start into instant action , and at
...
Pope . The reputation Of virtuous actions past , if not kept up With an access and
fresh supply of new ones , Is lost and soon forgotten . Denham . The keen spirit
Seizes the prompt occasion , makes the thoughts Start into instant action , and at
...
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Page 513 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Page 631 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Page 121 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off; and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And Wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 501 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 120 - 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 40 - O th' exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. " How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Page 368 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Page 80 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 262 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 581 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
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| Title | A cyclopędia of poetical quotations, arranged by H.G. Adams |
| Author | Cyclopaedia |
| Editor | Henry Gardiner Adams |
| Publisher | Groombridge and Sons, 1853 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 4 Aug 2006 |
| Length | 733 pages |
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