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Oxford University Press, 1888
 

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Page 96 - Unto the upright there ariseth light in the darkness : he is gracious, and full of compassion, and righteous.
Page 181 - ... die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Page 181 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Page 158 - STAY, stay at home, my heart, and rest ; Home-keeping hearts are happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care ; To stay at home is best.
Page 29 - ... beautiful. Think not, however, that this gentleman is singular in his desire of being buried among the great ; there are several others in the temple, who, hated and shunned by the great while alive, have come here, fully resolved to keep them company now they are dead. As we walked along to a particular part of the temple, There, says the gentleman, pointing with his finger, that is the poets' corner ; there you see the monuments of Shakespeare, and Milton, and Prior, and Drayton.
Page 45 - The world was sad ; the garden was a wild ! And man, the hermit, sighed, till woman smiled...
Page 246 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Page 226 - ... began to toll, and Thomas Newcome's hands outside the bed feebly beat time. And just as the last bell struck, a peculiar sweet smile shone over his face, and he lifted up his head a little, and quickly said, " Adsum! " and fell back. It was the word we used at school, when names were called; and lo, he, whose heart was as that of a little child, had answered to his name, and stood in the presence of The Master.
Page 371 - It is but lost labour that ye haste to rise up early, and so late take rest, and eat the bread of carefulness ; for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Page 182 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination...

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