EssaysMacmillan, 1896 - 312 էջ |
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... death found him in very mean lodgings at Eton , but in a temper gravely cheerful , and well becoming a good man under such circumstances . After a slight and } homely dinner , suitable to their situation , some John Hales 13.
... death found him in very mean lodgings at Eton , but in a temper gravely cheerful , and well becoming a good man under such circumstances . After a slight and } homely dinner , suitable to their situation , some John Hales 13.
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... means of im- proving health for the more absorbed students a turn in the cloisters as a remedy for cold feet was deemed sufficient - the fen invaded Cam- bridge on every side ; the wild birds screamed in the pools , and snipe were ...
... means of im- proving health for the more absorbed students a turn in the cloisters as a remedy for cold feet was deemed sufficient - the fen invaded Cam- bridge on every side ; the wild birds screamed in the pools , and snipe were ...
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... means were large ; we hear of his pos- sessing the advowson of a living in Lincolnshire , Ingoldsby , to which he presented Mr. Ward , who wrote his life , and a large farm in the same county ; he had also other sources of income . Thus ...
... means were large ; we hear of his pos- sessing the advowson of a living in Lincolnshire , Ingoldsby , to which he presented Mr. Ward , who wrote his life , and a large farm in the same county ; he had also other sources of income . Thus ...
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... mean that a man supplies the gaps in his practical knowledge by the pretensions of spiritual insight ; we believe him to be proficient in neither . Van Helmont , however , seems to have been a genuine man , and to suffer from an ...
... mean that a man supplies the gaps in his practical knowledge by the pretensions of spiritual insight ; we believe him to be proficient in neither . Van Helmont , however , seems to have been a genuine man , and to suffer from an ...
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... the Redeemer , is in all probability the original . The work then on which Marvell's fame chiefly subsists with the exception of one poem which F belongs to a different class , and will be discussed. What is't you mean ? Andrew Marvell.
... the Redeemer , is in all probability the original . The work then on which Marvell's fame chiefly subsists with the exception of one poem which F belongs to a different class , and will be discussed. What is't you mean ? Andrew Marvell.
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Էջ 277 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place ? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn.
Էջ 212 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
Էջ 196 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Էջ 104 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
Էջ 169 - Felpham is a sweet place for study, because it is more spiritual than London. Heaven opens here on all sides her golden gates : her windows are not obstructed by vapours ; voices of celestial inhabitants are more distinctly heard and their forms more distinctly seen ; and my cottage is also a shadow of their houses.
Էջ 103 - THERE is a bird, who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow; A great frequenter of the church, Where bishoplike he finds a perch, And dormitory too. Above the steeple shines a plate, That turns and turns, to indicate From what point blows the weather. Look up— your brains begin to swim, 'Tis in the clouds— that pleases him, He chooses it the rather.
Էջ 75 - Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Էջ 281 - In the bleak mid-winter Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When He comes to reign: In the bleak mid-winter A stable-place sufficed The Lord God Almighty Jesus Christ.
Էջ 274 - BIRTHDAY. My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot ; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit ; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea ; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me.
Էջ 287 - Her pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn, She left the fields of corn, For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. Through sleep, as through a veil, She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast; Her face is toward the west, The purple land. She cannot see the grain Ripening on hill and plain ; She cannot feel the rain Upon her hand. Rest, rest, for evermore Upon a mossy shore ; Rest, rest at the heart's core Till time...