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... Nature 51. Lady Fanshawe 52. The Nut - Brown Maid . 53. The Old English Admiral 54. The Koran 55. Dr. Johnson and his Times 56. Poor Richard 57. St. Paul at Athens 58. Birds 59. Gifford's Account of his Early Days 60. The Story of ...
... Nature 51. Lady Fanshawe 52. The Nut - Brown Maid . 53. The Old English Admiral 54. The Koran 55. Dr. Johnson and his Times 56. Poor Richard 57. St. Paul at Athens 58. Birds 59. Gifford's Account of his Early Days 60. The Story of ...
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... nature diffusive , and cannot be enjoyed in any exclusive manner by a few . An eastern despot may extort the riches and monopolize the art of his subjects for his own personal use ; he may spread around him an unnatural splendour and ...
... nature diffusive , and cannot be enjoyed in any exclusive manner by a few . An eastern despot may extort the riches and monopolize the art of his subjects for his own personal use ; he may spread around him an unnatural splendour and ...
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... nature of man , which , however lost sight of in particular measures - however even tem- porarily controverted and borne down by clamour - have yet a stronger and stronger testimony borne to them in each succeeding generation , by which ...
... nature of man , which , however lost sight of in particular measures - however even tem- porarily controverted and borne down by clamour - have yet a stronger and stronger testimony borne to them in each succeeding generation , by which ...
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... nature ; but first thou shalt die with this stroke . ' And so he stepped forth with his knife , and would have slain him ; but then all the knights and squires kneeled down before him weeping , and said , ' Ah Sir , have mercy for God's ...
... nature ; but first thou shalt die with this stroke . ' And so he stepped forth with his knife , and would have slain him ; but then all the knights and squires kneeled down before him weeping , and said , ' Ah Sir , have mercy for God's ...
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... nature's art Harmonizes heart to heart . I leave this notice on my door For each accustomed visitor : - 66 I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields ; - Reflection , you may come to - morrow , Sit by the fireside of ...
... nature's art Harmonizes heart to heart . I leave this notice on my door For each accustomed visitor : - 66 I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields ; - Reflection , you may come to - morrow , Sit by the fireside of ...
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الصفحة 573 - O'erhang his wavy bed : Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing ; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
الصفحة 395 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
الصفحة 244 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
الصفحة 61 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — -and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how...
الصفحة 227 - The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup : thou maintainest my lot. The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
الصفحة 394 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
الصفحة 240 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth. by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
الصفحة 380 - For want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost; ' being overtaken and slain by the enemy, all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
الصفحة 46 - If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain.
الصفحة 61 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!