The historical, biographical and poetical reader; or, Scholar's companion |
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Էջ vii
... feel as he feels . The instruction , whether written or oral , that is to tell and endure , must come home to the heart , and be level to the capacity . In a word , to make use of a strong scriptural figure and truth ,
... feel as he feels . The instruction , whether written or oral , that is to tell and endure , must come home to the heart , and be level to the capacity . In a word , to make use of a strong scriptural figure and truth ,
Էջ 21
... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make , Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake , With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless wo ; But ...
... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make , Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake , With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless wo ; But ...
Էջ 31
... feel on account of the young lady , addressed him in these words : " You and I are young , which admits of my speak- ing to you with freedom . They who brought me your future spouse , assured me , at the same time , that you loved her ...
... feel on account of the young lady , addressed him in these words : " You and I are young , which admits of my speak- ing to you with freedom . They who brought me your future spouse , assured me , at the same time , that you loved her ...
Էջ 46
... feeling , and with- out once reflecting on the nature of the case , as I have now explained it to you . " The borrowing of the forty crowns was an aggravation of your first fault ; for we should never borrow , but under circumstances of ...
... feeling , and with- out once reflecting on the nature of the case , as I have now explained it to you . " The borrowing of the forty crowns was an aggravation of your first fault ; for we should never borrow , but under circumstances of ...
Էջ 47
... Was it not or- dered by a physician who feels a personal attachment to- wards your majesty ? " — " You tire my patience ; pray , leave me . " - " Sire , he assured THE SCHOLAR'S COMPANION . 47 Charles XII and his Secretary.
... Was it not or- dered by a physician who feels a personal attachment to- wards your majesty ? " — " You tire my patience ; pray , leave me . " - " Sire , he assured THE SCHOLAR'S COMPANION . 47 Charles XII and his Secretary.
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The Historical, Biographical, and Poetical Reader, Or, Scholar's Companion John Lauris Blake Դիտել հնարավոր չէ - 2019 |
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Էջ 49 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell ; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But love is indestructible, Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth...
Էջ 106 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Էջ 84 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool ; The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Էջ 107 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Էջ 36 - Happy the man*, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Էջ 69 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Էջ 61 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man ! How passing wonder He who made him such ! Who centred in our make such strange extremes...
Էջ 30 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Էջ 101 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth...
Էջ 99 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind.