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Page 42 - When I see kings lying by those who deposed them when I consider rival wits placed side by side or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions factions and debates of mankind.
Page 452 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Page 398 - Not raised in nice proportions was the Pile, But large and massy; for duration built; With pillars crowded, and the roof upheld By naked rafters intricately crossed, Like leafless underbought 'mid some thick grove, All withered by the depth of shade above.
Page 42 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a...
Page 268 - O villagers, gaze on the old, Hallowed pile — It was dear to their hearts, It was raised by their hands ! Who loves not the place Where they worshipped their God ? Who loves not the ground Where their ashes repose ! Dear even the daisy That blooms on the sod, For dear is the dust Out of which it arose.
Page 6 - Taylor says that in days of yore, when a church was to be -built, they watched and prayed on the vigil of the dedication, and took that point of the horizon where the sun arose for the east, which makes that variation, so that few (churches) stand true except those built between the twft equinoxes.
Page 240 - Long be our Father's temple ours,— • Woe to the hand by which it falls ; A thousand spirits watch its towers, A cloud of angels guard its walls.
Page 39 - ... Give all thou canst ; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die ; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.