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He thus alludes to his losses in his “Mixt Contemplations:”—“I have observed that
towns which have been casually burnt, have been built more beautiful than
before ; mud walls afterwards made of stone; and roofs, formerly but thatched, ...
He thus alludes to his losses in his “Mixt Contemplations:”—“I have observed that
towns which have been casually burnt, have been built more beautiful than
before ; mud walls afterwards made of stone; and roofs, formerly but thatched, ...
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God for, a woun...? conscience”—concludes with the following beautiful and
much-admired sentiment:—“Music is sweetest near or over rivers, where the
echo, thereof is best rebounded by the water. Praise for pensiveness, thanks for
tears, ...
God for, a woun...? conscience”—concludes with the following beautiful and
much-admired sentiment:—“Music is sweetest near or over rivers, where the
echo, thereof is best rebounded by the water. Praise for pensiveness, thanks for
tears, ...
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... followed by a suitable moral or reflectio — much after the manner of Quarles'
Euchiridion, or Ęs”os Fables. Though many of the similes used by him are
extremely fanciful, they are often beautiful, and contain solid and suggestive
teachings.
... followed by a suitable moral or reflectio — much after the manner of Quarles'
Euchiridion, or Ęs”os Fables. Though many of the similes used by him are
extremely fanciful, they are often beautiful, and contain solid and suggestive
teachings.
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There are upwards of fifty dedications—quaint but often beautiful compositions,
but far too. fulsome and complimentary for these times. It was compiled from
scarce sources, and is a work of some historical value, not only on this account,
but ...
There are upwards of fifty dedications—quaint but often beautiful compositions,
but far too. fulsome and complimentary for these times. It was compiled from
scarce sources, and is a work of some historical value, not only on this account,
but ...
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... with a Miss Home , -a dear little Scotch thing , with a beautiful face and
beautiful figure ; a beautiful dancer , and a beautiful genius . My heart is a cinder ;
and as heat is said to cure heat , I stand by the fire all day long , to draw out the
flame .
... with a Miss Home , -a dear little Scotch thing , with a beautiful face and
beautiful figure ; a beautiful dancer , and a beautiful genius . My heart is a cinder ;
and as heat is said to cure heat , I stand by the fire all day long , to draw out the
flame .
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Page 228 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 337 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 224 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills. Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Page 224 - From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 24 - Rejoice. Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand. Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Page 118 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 336 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
Page 261 - When, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One Star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Page 169 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Page 121 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.