Memories of MertonSmith, Elder and Company, 1861 - 158 pages |
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... toil no more to meet― What care I though through thee light laugh be pour'd ; And thou dost echo still to youthful feet ? [ During the time that the " allied Sovereigns " were at Oxford , in the year 1814 , Alexander , Emperor of Russia ...
... toil no more to meet― What care I though through thee light laugh be pour'd ; And thou dost echo still to youthful feet ? [ During the time that the " allied Sovereigns " were at Oxford , in the year 1814 , Alexander , Emperor of Russia ...
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... Toil the millhorse round of Language plods . Doubtless they have their beauty , each old Tongue , And one in every thousand minds may store With charms against the listlessness of Age ; Yet who would waste his whole prime on a page Of ...
... Toil the millhorse round of Language plods . Doubtless they have their beauty , each old Tongue , And one in every thousand minds may store With charms against the listlessness of Age ; Yet who would waste his whole prime on a page Of ...
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... Toiled on in darkness , simple babes and fools , By Nature's feeble light and Reason's line ; For not for them , as us , the Prophet - band Was station'd in dark crypt and deep recess , To pass the torch of Truth from hand to hand Yet ...
... Toiled on in darkness , simple babes and fools , By Nature's feeble light and Reason's line ; For not for them , as us , the Prophet - band Was station'd in dark crypt and deep recess , To pass the torch of Truth from hand to hand Yet ...
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... toil , and sweat , Lie , flatter , sell their honour and their soul , For a vain title , or a ribbon - roll , A garter , or a star , or coronet , And gnaw their hearts in anger or regret , Because their peer or younger brother stole ...
... toil , and sweat , Lie , flatter , sell their honour and their soul , For a vain title , or a ribbon - roll , A garter , or a star , or coronet , And gnaw their hearts in anger or regret , Because their peer or younger brother stole ...
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... toiling , frame , Pile upon pile , this inorganic mass ; And scann'd the cells whence living Being came : Yet ' tis a round whence man no more may spring , Than the daz'd scorpion from the fiery ring . On Human Knowledge . ( Continued ...
... toiling , frame , Pile upon pile , this inorganic mass ; And scann'd the cells whence living Being came : Yet ' tis a round whence man no more may spring , Than the daz'd scorpion from the fiery ring . On Human Knowledge . ( Continued ...
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Page 117 - For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut doWn, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground ; yet, through the scent of water it will bnd, and bring forth boughs like a plant.
Page 76 - And it came to pass, as they still went on, and talked, that, behold, there appeared a chariot of fire, and horses of fire, and parted them both asunder; and Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven. And Elisha saw it, and he cried, My father, my father, the chariot of Israel, and the horsemen thereof.
Page 54 - The kingdom of heaven is like to a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field: which indeed is the least of all seeds : but when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree, so that the birds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof.
Page 70 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite: Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age: Pleased with this bauble still, as that before; Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
Page 39 - No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes; Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er; The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
Page 30 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Page 131 - ild you! They say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord! we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Page 71 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Page 69 - As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth : For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Page 127 - That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water. Eros. It does, my lord. Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body : here I am Antony, Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.