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Essays, Addresses and Lyrical Translations (Classic Reprint)
Thomas Campbell Finlayson
Sin vista previa disponible - 2018
Essays, Addresses and Lyrical Translations: With a Biographical Sketch
Thomas Campbell Finlayson
Sin vista previa disponible - 2016
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Página 114 - tis no matter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? How then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ^ No. What is honour i A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour? >Vir. A trim reckoning! —Who hath it t He that died o* Wednesday.
Página 20 - I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
Página 33 - Nor thro" the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice 'believe no more' And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd 'I have felt.
Página 13 - As sometimes in a dead man's face, To those that watch it more and more, A likeness, hardly seen before, Comes out — to some one of his race : So, dearest, now thy brows are cold, I see thee what thou art, and know Thy likeness to the wise below, Thy kindred with the great of old.
Página 12 - And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground : Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold...
Página 169 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Página 278 - And when the ten heard it, they were moved with indignation concerning the two brethren. But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Ye know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their great ones exercise authority over them. Not so shall it be among you: but whosoever would become great among you shall be your minister; and whosoever would be first among you shall be your servant: even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom...
Página 108 - At seasons thro' the gilded pale : For who can always act ? but he, To whom a thousand memories call, Not being less but more than all The gentleness he...
Página 9 - O bliss, when all in circle drawn About him, heart and ear were fed To hear him as he lay and read The Tuscan poets on the lawn: Or in the all-golden afternoon A guest, or happy sister, sung, Or here she brought the harp and flung A ballad to the brightening moon...