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... heart desires to present some visible token of that affection and gratitude which animate it in reviewing all the good it has derived from you . It was to your inculcations , but far more to the spirit of your daily life , —to the ...
... heart desires to present some visible token of that affection and gratitude which animate it in reviewing all the good it has derived from you . It was to your inculcations , but far more to the spirit of your daily life , —to the ...
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... heart , feel the emanations of its free and popular institutions . Every pulse of love which beats here - every principle of justice that is more clearly recognized - every sen- timent of Christianity that is elevated on the broad basis ...
... heart , feel the emanations of its free and popular institutions . Every pulse of love which beats here - every principle of justice that is more clearly recognized - every sen- timent of Christianity that is elevated on the broad basis ...
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... heart , " England , with all thy faults , I love thee still ! ” Which of us is not grateful and discerning enough to remember , that even our fickle and imperfect climate has qualities to which England owes much of its glory , and we ...
... heart , " England , with all thy faults , I love thee still ! ” Which of us is not grateful and discerning enough to remember , that even our fickle and imperfect climate has qualities to which England owes much of its glory , and we ...
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... hearts full of godlike aspirations after a virtuous glory . What a long line - what ages after ages , of invincible heroes , of dauntless martyrs for freedom and religion , of solemn sages and lawgivers , of phi- losophers and poets ...
... hearts full of godlike aspirations after a virtuous glory . What a long line - what ages after ages , of invincible heroes , of dauntless martyrs for freedom and religion , of solemn sages and lawgivers , of phi- losophers and poets ...
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... heart that higher tone necessary for their full enjoyment ? Why , every spot of this island is sanctified , not only by the efforts of countless patriots , but as the birth- place and abode of men of genius . Go where you will , places ...
... heart that higher tone necessary for their full enjoyment ? Why , every spot of this island is sanctified , not only by the efforts of countless patriots , but as the birth- place and abode of men of genius . Go where you will , places ...
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Page 265 - Early had he learned To reverence the volume that displays The mystery, the life which cannot die; But in the mountains did he feel his faith. All things, responsive to the writing, there Breathed immortality, revolving life, And greatness still revolving; infinite: There littleness was not...
Page 376 - Around : the wild fowl nestled in the brake And sedges, brooding in their liquid bed : The woods sloped downwards to its brink, and stood With their green faces fix'd upon the flood.
Page 70 - Also he built towers in the desert, and digged many wells: for he had much cattle, both in the low country, and in the plains; husbandmen also, and vinedressers in the mountains, and in Carmel: for he loved husbandry.
Page 358 - I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill, Green and of mild declivity, the last As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men Scatter'd at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs...
Page 358 - Another ! even now she loved another ; And on the summit of that hill she stood Looking afar , if yet her lover's steed Kept pace with her expectancy , and flew.
Page 330 - HERE I am at Houghton! and alone! in this spot, where (except two hours last month) I have not been in sixteen years! Think, what a crowd of reflections ! No, Gray, and forty church-yards, could not furnish so many; nay, I know one must feel them with greater indifference than I possess, to have patience to put them into verse. Here I am, probably for the last time of my life, though not for the last time: every clock that strikes tells me I am an hour nearer to yonder church — that church, into...
Page v - All bonds of natural love, and find them all Within the limits of thy rocky shores. 0 native Britain! O my Mother Isle! How shouldst thou prove aught else but dear and holy To me, who from thy lakes and mountain-hills, Thy clouds, thy quiet dales, thy rocks and seas, Have drunk in all my intellectual life...
Page 12 - The ships of war that prowled like guardian giants along the coast ; the headlands of Ireland, stretching out into the channel ; the Welsh mountains, towering into the clouds ; all were objects of intense interest. As we sailed up the Mersey, I reconnoitered the shores with a telescope.
Page 381 - THROUGH thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle ; Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay ; In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the way.
Page 374 - Had wandered from its dwelling, and her eyes, — They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth : she was become The queen of a fantastic realm ; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things ; And forms — impalpable and unperccived Of others' sight — familiar were to hers, And this the world calls frenzy...