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... true , more stable , and more dignified than that which the advancement of the world is rapidly rendering obsolete . Why , let me ask , if we are true to ourselves and to our town , should we fear the competition which is forcing us ...
... true , more stable , and more dignified than that which the advancement of the world is rapidly rendering obsolete . Why , let me ask , if we are true to ourselves and to our town , should we fear the competition which is forcing us ...
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... true greatness , what course is open to us , or what better course could we desire than to abandon the ignorant conservatism which has impeded our progress , and the cynical selfishness which has regarded trade as a mere means of making ...
... true greatness , what course is open to us , or what better course could we desire than to abandon the ignorant conservatism which has impeded our progress , and the cynical selfishness which has regarded trade as a mere means of making ...
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... true greatness may be laid . It is curious to observe how the real elements of greatness remain intact , when all the mere surroundings which so impressed the vulgar mind have utterly perished . The true grandeur of Greece remains ...
... true greatness may be laid . It is curious to observe how the real elements of greatness remain intact , when all the mere surroundings which so impressed the vulgar mind have utterly perished . The true grandeur of Greece remains ...
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... true that for most of them to - morrow ( Christmas Day ) must be spent in dirty , wretched homes , with little to eat , and no bright fire and loving friends to cheer them . Few of us , ' mid the merry laughter and feasting of our own ...
... true that for most of them to - morrow ( Christmas Day ) must be spent in dirty , wretched homes , with little to eat , and no bright fire and loving friends to cheer them . Few of us , ' mid the merry laughter and feasting of our own ...
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... true . " The fair young face lay smiling , With the angel light thereon . " She had passed away quietly , so the nurse told me , prettily babbling of wings and fairy - land , and I could not doubt as I stood and looked at her , and the ...
... true . " The fair young face lay smiling , With the angel light thereon . " She had passed away quietly , so the nurse told me , prettily babbling of wings and fairy - land , and I could not doubt as I stood and looked at her , and the ...
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الصفحة 82 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure : Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
الصفحة 82 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
الصفحة 83 - Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen.
الصفحة 244 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides; Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...
الصفحة 82 - Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? When Jubal struck the chorded shell, His listening brethren stood around, And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound. Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.
الصفحة 82 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
الصفحة 85 - Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is reason to the soul; and, as on high Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here, so reason's glimmering ray Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day. And as those nightly tapers disappear, When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere; So pale grows reason at religion's sight; So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.
الصفحة 82 - The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above. Orpheus could lead the savage race, And trees uprooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher: When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appeared — Mistaking earth for heaven...
الصفحة 108 - IN the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud and sweetly blended, Low at times and loud at times, And changing like a poet's rhymes, Rang the beautiful wild chimes From the Belfry in the market Of the ancient town of Bruges.
الصفحة 100 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.