Kottabos: College Miscellany, Հատոր 3,Թողարկում 1W. McGee, 1877 |
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... fear , Breathing the Gargaphian breezes like a bridegroom's atmo- sphere ; But for lyres , and friendly voices , and warm scents of orchard bloom , On Actaeon shone the everlasting glory of his doom . Earth's terrible high mane of the ...
... fear , Breathing the Gargaphian breezes like a bridegroom's atmo- sphere ; But for lyres , and friendly voices , and warm scents of orchard bloom , On Actaeon shone the everlasting glory of his doom . Earth's terrible high mane of the ...
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... fear no hell , save living without Love ! " II . INSIDE THE CONVENT . SISTER MARY . 44 ECAUSE my treasure knows nor moth nor rust , Because I live in holy peaceful rest In sacred maidenhood on God's own breast , And in His loving mercy ...
... fear no hell , save living without Love ! " II . INSIDE THE CONVENT . SISTER MARY . 44 ECAUSE my treasure knows nor moth nor rust , Because I live in holy peaceful rest In sacred maidenhood on God's own breast , And in His loving mercy ...
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... fear over - measure , To praise thee in timorous tone ? When each man is robbed of his treasure , Each man will have more than his own . We shall love one another , and cherish , We shall not learn war any more , When the rights of ...
... fear over - measure , To praise thee in timorous tone ? When each man is robbed of his treasure , Each man will have more than his own . We shall love one another , and cherish , We shall not learn war any more , When the rights of ...
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... fear of Love , And white throat whiter than the breast of dove Alas ! alas ! if all should be in vain . Behind , wide fields , and reapers all a - row In heat and labour toiling wearily , To no sweet sound of laughter or of lute . The ...
... fear of Love , And white throat whiter than the breast of dove Alas ! alas ! if all should be in vain . Behind , wide fields , and reapers all a - row In heat and labour toiling wearily , To no sweet sound of laughter or of lute . The ...
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... fears ; Who , then , to frail mortality shall trust , But limns on water or but writes in dust . Yet whilst with sorrow here we live oppress'd , What life is best ? Courts are but only superficial schools To dandle fools ; The rural ...
... fears ; Who , then , to frail mortality shall trust , But limns on water or but writes in dust . Yet whilst with sorrow here we live oppress'd , What life is best ? Courts are but only superficial schools To dandle fools ; The rural ...
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Էջ 232 - AND after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree.
Էջ 282 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve ; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Էջ 230 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school : A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Էջ 224 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Էջ 106 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Էջ 12 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes...
Էջ 230 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Էջ 184 - Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Էջ 316 - Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow : Rush'd to battle, fought, and died ; Dying, hurl'd them at the foe.
Էջ 251 - 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?