A Collection, in Prose and Verse, for the Use of SchoolsW. Blackwood & Sons, 1835 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... O'er my humours and my passion , As to speak and do no ill , Though it should be all the fashion . Wicked fashions lead to hell ; Ne'er may I be found complying ; But in life behave so well , As not to be afraid of dying 17 GOD'S MINUTE ...
... O'er my humours and my passion , As to speak and do no ill , Though it should be all the fashion . Wicked fashions lead to hell ; Ne'er may I be found complying ; But in life behave so well , As not to be afraid of dying 17 GOD'S MINUTE ...
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... o'er his head , And tall the tomb - weeds grow . Along life's road no parent's hand My homeless footsteps led ; No mother's arm in sickness sooth'd , And rais'd my throbbing head . But other hearts , Lord ! thou hast warm'd , With ...
... o'er his head , And tall the tomb - weeds grow . Along life's road no parent's hand My homeless footsteps led ; No mother's arm in sickness sooth'd , And rais'd my throbbing head . But other hearts , Lord ! thou hast warm'd , With ...
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... o'er the tomb . " Now loud the tuneful thunders roll , And rouse and elevate the soul O'er earth and all its care : I seem to hear from heavenly plains , Angelic choirs ' responsive strains , And in their raptures share . FABLE OF THE ...
... o'er the tomb . " Now loud the tuneful thunders roll , And rouse and elevate the soul O'er earth and all its care : I seem to hear from heavenly plains , Angelic choirs ' responsive strains , And in their raptures share . FABLE OF THE ...
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... o'er the skies , and melt the falling snow ; The soften'd soil with fertile moisture teems , And , freed from icy bonds , down rush the swellings streams . THE earlier part of this month may still be reckoned winter , though the cold ...
... o'er the skies , and melt the falling snow ; The soften'd soil with fertile moisture teems , And , freed from icy bonds , down rush the swellings streams . THE earlier part of this month may still be reckoned winter , though the cold ...
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... o'er ; And yet they felt , they knew not why , More glad than they had done before . 59 CHARACTER OF ALFRED . THE merit of this prince , both in private and in pub- lic life , may , with advantage , be set in opposition to that of any ...
... o'er ; And yet they felt , they knew not why , More glad than they had done before . 59 CHARACTER OF ALFRED . THE merit of this prince , both in private and in pub- lic life , may , with advantage , be set in opposition to that of any ...
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Стр. 211 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death...
Стр. 257 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not thee, marks not the mighty hand, That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring ; Flings from the sun direct the flaming day; Feeds every creature ; hurls the tempest forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.
Стр. 45 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Стр. 185 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. The service past, around the pious man, With ready zeal, each honest rustic ran ; E'en children follow'd, with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile...
Стр. 88 - What time the daisy decks the green Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The schoolboy wandering thro' the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.
Стр. 136 - What is the reason, said I, that the tide I see rises out of a thick mist at one end, and again loses itself in a thick mist at the other? What thou seest, said he, is that portion of eternity which is called time, measured out by the sun, and reaching from the beginning of the world to its consummation. Examine now...
Стр. 219 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed : Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Стр. 184 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose.
Стр. 258 - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh ye hills ; ye mossy rocks Retain the sound ; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns, And His unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands, all awake ; a boundless song Burst from the groves ; and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
Стр. 136 - When he had raised my thoughts by those transporting airs which he played, to taste the pleasures of his conversation, as I looked upon him like one astonished, he beckoned to me, and by the waving of his hand directed me to approach the place where he sat.