The Poet at the Breakfast-table

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George Routledge and sons, 1884 - 370 strán (strany)

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Strana 335 - And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument: for they hear thy words, but they do them not.
Strana 170 - Twentyseven names make up the first story before the flood, and the recorded names ever since contain not one living century. The number of the dead long exceedeth all that shall live. The night of time far surpasseth the day, and who knows when was the equinox?
Strana 226 - From him that hath not shall be taken even that which he hath.
Strana 97 - ... in sight, With lowliness majestic from her seat, And grace, that won who saw to wish her stay, Rose ; and went forth among her fruits and flowers...
Strana 98 - Before the angel, and of him to ask Chose rather ; he, she knew, would intermix Grateful digressions, and solve high dispute With conjugal caresses : from his lip Not words alone pleased her.
Strana 117 - Convinced, she now contracts her vast design, And all her triumphs shrink into a coin. A narrow ORB each crowded conquest keeps, Beneath her palm here sad Judea weeps.
Strana 341 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Strana 277 - It is the province of knowledge to speak and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.
Strana 225 - He was once a man, and of some little name ; but of no worth, as his present unparalleled case makes but too manifest; for by the immediate hand of an avenging God, his very thinking substance has for more than seven years been continually wasting away, till it is wholly perished out of him, if it be not utterly come to nothing.
Strana 112 - I keep the subject constantly before me, and wait till the first dawnings open slowly by little and little into a full and clear light.

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