Kottabos: College Miscellany, Zväzok 3,Vydanie 1W. McGee, 1877 |
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... dead ; Rejecting his true , pure homage - though even her scorn was sweet ; - Smiting his life into darkness , and driving his dust from her feet . Purity's anger , not pitying , even as python - slaying , Bent the clear bow against ...
... dead ; Rejecting his true , pure homage - though even her scorn was sweet ; - Smiting his life into darkness , and driving his dust from her feet . Purity's anger , not pitying , even as python - slaying , Bent the clear bow against ...
Strana 20
... dead , And all but he departed , Moore . To a Poet turned Critic . OU snubb'd my verse ; I praised you then For sense and candour shown , But gauged your depth more truly when I heard you laud your own . M. Dysthanasia . Βαιὰ φαγών ...
... dead , And all but he departed , Moore . To a Poet turned Critic . OU snubb'd my verse ; I praised you then For sense and candour shown , But gauged your depth more truly when I heard you laud your own . M. Dysthanasia . Βαιὰ φαγών ...
Strana 21
... nosceris ipse tua . Μ . An Ultimatum . FTER many a headache past But never a single revel , My friends , I am dead at last ; And so you may go to the devil ! Τ . Sultanism . ( AN EXTRACT FROM THE VICE - CHANCELLOR'S 21.
... nosceris ipse tua . Μ . An Ultimatum . FTER many a headache past But never a single revel , My friends , I am dead at last ; And so you may go to the devil ! Τ . Sultanism . ( AN EXTRACT FROM THE VICE - CHANCELLOR'S 21.
Strana 30
... dead ears , or scent Of flowers on desert lands . Ah , me ! I'm weary Of this great passionate grief of hopeless love , And long to put it from me . Shake to my pulsing fingers , lyre strings , shake ; Draw forth in song the outbreak of ...
... dead ears , or scent Of flowers on desert lands . Ah , me ! I'm weary Of this great passionate grief of hopeless love , And long to put it from me . Shake to my pulsing fingers , lyre strings , shake ; Draw forth in song the outbreak of ...
Strana 51
... dead men are blest ! Their portion is peace - they have ended The fret , and the toil , and the grief ; The friendless at length are befriended ; The weary at length have relief ; Their portion is peace - mighty number That nought can ...
... dead men are blest ! Their portion is peace - they have ended The fret , and the toil , and the grief ; The friendless at length are befriended ; The weary at length have relief ; Their portion is peace - mighty number That nought can ...
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Strana 232 - AND after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree.
Strana 282 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve ; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Strana 230 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd 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; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Strana 224 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Strana 106 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Strana 12 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes...
Strana 230 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Strana 184 - Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Strana 316 - Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow : Rush'd to battle, fought, and died ; Dying, hurl'd them at the foe.
Strana 251 - But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?