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Æsop Alp Arslan asks beauty bids book of Proverbs brother called child dæmon darkness dead death died Divine dream dying earth Emperor essayist evil exclaims eyes fate fear feel French gentle God's hand happy Hartley Coleridge haste hath Hazael hear heart heaven Herman Merivale holy honour hope Horace Walpole hour human judge king knew Lady Leigh Hunt letter light live look Lord Lord Lytton Macbeth Madame de Sévigné mind Molière moral morrow nature never night observes once Owen Feltham passed passion perhaps play Plutarch poet pray prayer promise prophet protestations proverb recognised reminds rest says seems sense shadow Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Walter Scott sleep soul spirit strangers sweet tells Terah thee thine things thou thought to-morrow told truth turn unto uttered wise words writes
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Strana 197 - By faith he sojourned in the land of promise, as in a strange country, dwelling in tabernacles with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise; for he looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God.
Strana 10 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Strana 13 - Grey. But then I sigh, and with a piece of Scripture, Tell them — that God bids us do good for evil ; And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stolen forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Strana 79 - God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea; and other times to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book and sit him down and die.
Strana 387 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Strana 95 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strana 355 - All service ranks the same with God : If now, as formerly he trod Paradise, his presence fills Our earth, each only as God wills Can work — God's puppets, best and worst, Are we ; there is no last nor first. Say not " a small event ! " Why " small " ? Costs it more pain that this, ye call A
Strana 87 - And it came to pass, as they departed from him, Peter said unto Jesus, Master, it is good for us to be here: and let us make three tabernacles; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias: not knowing what he said. 34 While he thus spake, there came a cloud, and overshadowed them: and they feared as they entered into the cloud. 35 And there came a voice out of the cloud, saying, This is my beloved Son: hear him.
Strana 264 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Strana 19 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.