Brother Copas

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Scribner, 1911 - 301 էջ
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Էջ 24 - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Էջ 234 - From low to high doth dissolution climb, And sink from high to low, along a scale Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail; A musical but melancholy chime, Which they can hear who meddle not with crime, Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care. Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear The longest date do melt like frosty rime, That in the morning whitened hill and plain And is no more; drop like the tower sublime Of yesterday, which royally did wear His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain...
Էջ 255 - And they said, Go to, let us build us a city, and a tower whose top may reach unto heaven, and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.
Էջ 258 - Time had piled up at the gates of death, so when I would beget content, and increase confidence in the power, and wisdom, and providence of Almighty God, I will walk the meadows, by some gliding stream, and there contemplate the lilies that take no care, and those very many other various little living creatures that are not only created, but fed, man knows not how, by the goodness of the God of Nature, and therefore trust in Him.
Էջ 282 - To MEADOWS. Ye have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers ; And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours.
Էջ 277 - I left this place and entered into the next field, a second pleasure entertained me; 'twas a handsome milk-maid, that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears of many things that will never be, as too many men too often do ; but she cast away all care, and sung like a nightingale ; her voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it: it was that smooth song, which was made by Kit Marlow, now at least fifty years ago ; and the milk-maid's mother sung an answer to...
Էջ 158 - No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all covered with sheep.' 'Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed.
Էջ 298 - A thousand ages in thy sight are like an evening gone, short as the watch that ends the night before the rising sun.
Էջ 298 - O GoD, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.
Էջ 292 - Ms. 31922 [Pastime with good company] Pastime with good company I love, and shall until I die. Grutch who lust, but none deny, So God be pleased, thus live will I. For my pastance, Hunt, sing, and dance, My heart is set; All goodly sport For my comfort, Who shall me let?

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