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... rest of the day in meditation and prayer . As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains , I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life ; and passing from one thought to another , Surely , said I , man is ...
... rest of the day in meditation and prayer . As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains , I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life ; and passing from one thought to another , Surely , said I , man is ...
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... rest , and left the bridge in the ruinous condition I now beheld it : but tell me further , said he , what thou discoverest on it . I see multitudes of people passing over it , said I , and a black cloud hanging on each end of it . As I ...
... rest , and left the bridge in the ruinous condition I now beheld it : but tell me further , said he , what thou discoverest on it . I see multitudes of people passing over it , said I , and a black cloud hanging on each end of it . As I ...
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... rest ; he was animated with hope ; he was incited by desire ; he walked swiftly forward over the valleys , and saw the hills gradually rising before him . As he passed along , his ears were delighted with the morning song of the bird of ...
... rest ; he was animated with hope ; he was incited by desire ; he walked swiftly forward over the valleys , and saw the hills gradually rising before him . As he passed along , his ears were delighted with the morning song of the bird of ...
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... in the straight road of piety towards the mansions of rest . In a short time we remit our fervor , and endeavour to find some mitigation of our duty , and some more easy means of obtaining the same end . We then relax our IMAGINATIVE . 17.
... in the straight road of piety towards the mansions of rest . In a short time we remit our fervor , and endeavour to find some mitigation of our duty , and some more easy means of obtaining the same end . We then relax our IMAGINATIVE . 17.
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... rest followed the ringing of his harpstrings , and his song of thankfulness and victory . Thus wondrously was he carried to the shores of Greece ; and landed by the temple of Neptune on the cape of Tænarus . 66 The Spartans received him ...
... rest followed the ringing of his harpstrings , and his song of thankfulness and victory . Thus wondrously was he carried to the shores of Greece ; and landed by the temple of Neptune on the cape of Tænarus . 66 The Spartans received him ...
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Page 242 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through...
Page 242 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Page 243 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 234 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Page 241 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 248 - And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory...
Page 236 - Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, — Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain...
Page 235 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of...
Page 220 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Page 245 - Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead — Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; The gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewllyn's heir.