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... lost his savour , wherewith shall it be salted ? Matt . v . 13 . Ye are the light of the world . A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid . Matt . v . 14 . But when thou doest alms , let not thy left hand know what thy right hand ...
... lost his savour , wherewith shall it be salted ? Matt . v . 13 . Ye are the light of the world . A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid . Matt . v . 14 . But when thou doest alms , let not thy left hand know what thy right hand ...
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... and a shining light . John v . 35 . Gather up the fragments that remain , that nothing be lost . Judge not according to the appearance . B John vi . 12 . John vii . 24 . · For the poor always ye have with you . NEW TESTAMENT . 17.
... and a shining light . John v . 35 . Gather up the fragments that remain , that nothing be lost . Judge not according to the appearance . B John vi . 12 . John vii . 24 . · For the poor always ye have with you . NEW TESTAMENT . 17.
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... LOST . Light , seeking light , doth light of light beguile . Act i . Sc . 1 . Small have continual plodders ever won , Save base authority from other's books . These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights , That give a name to every ...
... LOST . Light , seeking light , doth light of light beguile . Act i . Sc . 1 . Small have continual plodders ever won , Save base authority from other's books . These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights , That give a name to every ...
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... lost Makes the remembrance dear . Act v . Sc . 3 . All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy . Act v . Sc . 3 . TWELFTH NIGHT . If music be the food of love , play on , Give me excess of it ; that , surfeiting , The ...
... lost Makes the remembrance dear . Act v . Sc . 3 . All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy . Act v . Sc . 3 . TWELFTH NIGHT . If music be the food of love , play on , Give me excess of it ; that , surfeiting , The ...
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... lost and won , Than women's are . She never told her love , Act ii . Sc . 4 . But let concealment , like a worm i ' the bud , Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought And , with a green and yellow melancholy , She sat , like ...
... lost and won , Than women's are . She never told her love , Act ii . Sc . 4 . But let concealment , like a worm i ' the bud , Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought And , with a green and yellow melancholy , She sat , like ...
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Acti Activ Anatomy of Melancholy angels beauty BEILBY PORTEUS BEN JONSON better blessed Booki breath bright Cæsar Canto Canto iii dead dear death devil divine doth dream Dunciad earth Eccles Epistle Epistle ii Epitaph eyes fair Farewell fear fools give glory grave hand happy hath heart heaven honour hope Hudibras Iago Ibid JOHN Julius Cæsar king Lady light Line Line 60 live look Lord man's Matt mind moon morning Nature ne'er never Night numbers o'er Parti pleasure PLUTARCH praise Prov Satire Satire vii Shakspere shining sigh sleep smile soft Song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit Stanza stars Stoops to Conquer sweet tale tears thee There's thine things THOMAS thought tongue truth unto virtue voice wind wise woman words youth
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Страница 46 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Страница 91 - gainst that season comes Wherein our saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Страница 135 - Satan except, none higher sat, with grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air...
Страница 220 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
Страница 67 - 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.
Страница 86 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Страница 25 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Страница 270 - Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
Страница 272 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Страница 369 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!