The Standard First[-fifth] Reader ...Phillips, Sampson, 1859 |
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... cloud ' , Without our special wonder ? Can the soldier , when he girdeth on his armor , boast like him that put- teth it off ' ? Can the merchant predict that the speculation , on which he has entered ' , will be infallibly crowned with ...
... cloud ' , Without our special wonder ? Can the soldier , when he girdeth on his armor , boast like him that put- teth it off ' ? Can the merchant predict that the speculation , on which he has entered ' , will be infallibly crowned with ...
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... cloud or sun , Father ! thy will , not mine , be done , 2. Can loving children e'er reprove With murmurs whom they trust and love ? Creator , I would ever be A trusting , loving child to thee ; As comes to me or cloud or sun , Father ...
... cloud or sun , Father ! thy will , not mine , be done , 2. Can loving children e'er reprove With murmurs whom they trust and love ? Creator , I would ever be A trusting , loving child to thee ; As comes to me or cloud or sun , Father ...
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... clouds a while the day - beam's track ; Thy mercy in the azure hue Of sunny brightness breaking through ! There's nothing bright , above , below , From flowers that bloom to stars that glow But in its light my soul can see Some feature ...
... clouds a while the day - beam's track ; Thy mercy in the azure hue Of sunny brightness breaking through ! There's nothing bright , above , below , From flowers that bloom to stars that glow But in its light my soul can see Some feature ...
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... clouds driven by the storm ? It drives me along like them . But what matters it ? The exile is every- where alone ! Those trees are noble , those flowers are beautiful ; but they are not the flowers nor the trees of my country ; to me ...
... clouds driven by the storm ? It drives me along like them . But what matters it ? The exile is every- where alone ! Those trees are noble , those flowers are beautiful ; but they are not the flowers nor the trees of my country ; to me ...
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... cloud , is a subject for wonder , and proclaims He is great , and incomprehensible , as He governs ! How do these mighty masses of delicately frozen water originate in the chambers of the heavens 280 Who holds these weighty volumes of ...
... cloud , is a subject for wonder , and proclaims He is great , and incomprehensible , as He governs ! How do these mighty masses of delicately frozen water originate in the chambers of the heavens 280 Who holds these weighty volumes of ...
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Página 339 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus? — I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Página 362 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Página 364 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 339 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Página 261 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 409 - 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 forever 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
Página 311 - Alas! alas! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made 4.
Página 394 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound ; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power.
Página 309 - When service should in. my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. Take that : and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold ; All this I give you.
Página 307 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow...