Œuvres, Zväzok 6

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Giguet et Michaud, 1800
 

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Strana 171 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Strana 172 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Strana 169 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Strana 248 - La plus noble conquête que l'homme ait jamais « faite, est celle de ce fier et fougueux animal, qui « partage avec lui les fatigues de la guerre et la gloire
Strana 171 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Strana 172 - While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound, Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around ; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.* But pass'd is all his fame.
Strana 171 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled 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...
Strana 243 - ... tum, si qua sonum procul arma dedere, stare loco nescit, micat auribus et tremit artus, collectumque fremens volvit sub naribus ignem. 85 densa iuba, et dextro iactata recumbit in armo ; at duplex agitur per lumbos spina, cavatque tellurem et solido graviter sonat ungula cornu.
Strana 172 - 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...
Strana 171 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.

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