Scraps. [An anthology, ed.] by H. Jenkinsesq Henry Jenkins 1864 |
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... Prince of the lion and the sword , Woe to the Syrian charioteer , When rings the rushing of thy spear . " Crush'd to the earth by war and woe , Gad shall the cup of bondage drain , Till bold revenge shall give the blow That pays the ...
... Prince of the lion and the sword , Woe to the Syrian charioteer , When rings the rushing of thy spear . " Crush'd to the earth by war and woe , Gad shall the cup of bondage drain , Till bold revenge shall give the blow That pays the ...
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... prince , Egyptian sage- Child of my first and best lov'd one— Great guardian of thy father's age , Bring Ephraim and Manasseh nigh , And let me bless them ere I die . " Hear me , thou God of Israel , Thou who hast been his living shield ...
... prince , Egyptian sage- Child of my first and best lov'd one— Great guardian of thy father's age , Bring Ephraim and Manasseh nigh , And let me bless them ere I die . " Hear me , thou God of Israel , Thou who hast been his living shield ...
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... Prince of Wales ? 48. Why is a bellows like slander ? 49. Why is Cupid like an overseer ? 50. Why is it useless to send a bird a bushel of oats ? 51. Though young I am a character well known to all the Queen's subjects . I represent ...
... Prince of Wales ? 48. Why is a bellows like slander ? 49. Why is Cupid like an overseer ? 50. Why is it useless to send a bird a bushel of oats ? 51. Though young I am a character well known to all the Queen's subjects . I represent ...
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... Prince of Salem comes to reign . " T. Campbell . ROCK OF AGES , cleft for me , Let me hide myself in thee ! Let the water and the blood , From thy riven side which flow'd , Be of sin the double cure , Cleanse me from its guilt and power ...
... Prince of Salem comes to reign . " T. Campbell . ROCK OF AGES , cleft for me , Let me hide myself in thee ! Let the water and the blood , From thy riven side which flow'd , Be of sin the double cure , Cleanse me from its guilt and power ...
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... , though he is the Prince of Peace . - Gen . xxvi . 18-25 . ISAAC ( at this time ) was about 135 years of age , and his sons about 75. - Gen . xxvi . 1-5 . It was one of those crooked measures which have too SCRAPS . 113 75.
... , though he is the Prince of Peace . - Gen . xxvi . 18-25 . ISAAC ( at this time ) was about 135 years of age , and his sons about 75. - Gen . xxvi . 1-5 . It was one of those crooked measures which have too SCRAPS . 113 75.
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Страница 373 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, 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? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Страница 373 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Страница 56 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 372 - With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Страница 298 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Страница 54 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or' the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 427 - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
Страница 44 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Страница 328 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Страница 229 - More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...