Kottabos: College Miscellany, المجلد 3،العدد 1W. McGee, 1877 |
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الصفحة 14
... thou faith an enemy to faith n ; And like a civil war set'st oath to oath , Thy tongue against thy tongue . O , let thy vow First made to heaven , first be to heaven perform''d , That is , to be the champion of our church ! What since thou ...
... thou faith an enemy to faith n ; And like a civil war set'st oath to oath , Thy tongue against thy tongue . O , let thy vow First made to heaven , first be to heaven perform''d , That is , to be the champion of our church ! What since thou ...
الصفحة 18
... thou knowest not The tears that overflow thine urn , The gushing eyes that read thy lot ; Nor if thou knewest , could'st return ! And why the wish ? The pure and blest . Watch like thy mother o'er thy sleep ; O peaceful night ! O envied ...
... thou knowest not The tears that overflow thine urn , The gushing eyes that read thy lot ; Nor if thou knewest , could'st return ! And why the wish ? The pure and blest . Watch like thy mother o'er thy sleep ; O peaceful night ! O envied ...
الصفحة 29
... thou wilt not see . Thou wilt not heed when I complain , And I must weep and sigh in vain . I would our hearts were changed : that mine Might throb in that cold breast of thine , And all thy being gently move To make thee feel the power ...
... thou wilt not see . Thou wilt not heed when I complain , And I must weep and sigh in vain . I would our hearts were changed : that mine Might throb in that cold breast of thine , And all thy being gently move To make thee feel the power ...
الصفحة 31
... thou givest , Sweet as honey bee - wrought on thymy Hybla , Bitter gall - like , rankles its fatal poison , Deep in the heart's core . Éros , Éros ! Swift as the snake that stealeth , Fraught with venom , into the breast unguarded ...
... thou givest , Sweet as honey bee - wrought on thymy Hybla , Bitter gall - like , rankles its fatal poison , Deep in the heart's core . Éros , Éros ! Swift as the snake that stealeth , Fraught with venom , into the breast unguarded ...
الصفحة 32
... Thou that never spurnest a child's affection , But with deeper , tenderer love returnest All its devotion , Thou that takest unto thy heart maternal Passionate hearts that come unto thee for soothing , As the scared child flees to the ...
... Thou that never spurnest a child's affection , But with deeper , tenderer love returnest All its devotion , Thou that takest unto thy heart maternal Passionate hearts that come unto thee for soothing , As the scared child flees to the ...
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الصفحة 232 - AND after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree.
الصفحة 282 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve ; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
الصفحة 230 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school : A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
الصفحة 224 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
الصفحة 106 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
الصفحة 12 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes...
الصفحة 230 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
الصفحة 184 - Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
الصفحة 316 - Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow : Rush'd to battle, fought, and died ; Dying, hurl'd them at the foe.
الصفحة 251 - But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?