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... kind of mélancholy , or ràther thoughtfulness , that is not disagreeable . I yesterday passed a whole afternoòn in the church- yárd , the cloísters , and the church ; amúsing myself with the tómbstones and inscriptions which I met with ...
... kind of mélancholy , or ràther thoughtfulness , that is not disagreeable . I yesterday passed a whole afternoòn in the church- yárd , the cloísters , and the church ; amúsing myself with the tómbstones and inscriptions which I met with ...
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... kind of fresh mòuldering éarth , that , sòme time or other , had a place in the composition of a húman bòdy . Upon thís , I began to consider with myself , what innumerable multitudes of people lay confused together , under the pavement ...
... kind of fresh mòuldering éarth , that , sòme time or other , had a place in the composition of a húman bòdy . Upon thís , I began to consider with myself , what innumerable multitudes of people lay confused together , under the pavement ...
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... kind or a different ? Is everything subsérvient to me , as though I had ordered àll myself ? —Nd — nothing like it — the far- thest from it possible . The world appears not , then , originally made for the private convenience of me ...
... kind or a different ? Is everything subsérvient to me , as though I had ordered àll myself ? —Nd — nothing like it — the far- thest from it possible . The world appears not , then , originally made for the private convenience of me ...
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... kind language - I considered his grey hairs — his courteous figure seemed to re - enter , and gently ask me what injury he had done me , and why I could use him thus ? —I would have given twenty livres for an advocate - I have behaved ...
... kind language - I considered his grey hairs — his courteous figure seemed to re - enter , and gently ask me what injury he had done me , and why I could use him thus ? —I would have given twenty livres for an advocate - I have behaved ...
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... kind ; Yet , like the mustering thunder , when provok'd , The dread of tyrants , and the sole resource Of those that under grim oppression groan . Thy sons of glory many ! Alfred thine , In whom the splendour of heroic war , And more ...
... kind ; Yet , like the mustering thunder , when provok'd , The dread of tyrants , and the sole resource Of those that under grim oppression groan . Thy sons of glory many ! Alfred thine , In whom the splendour of heroic war , And more ...
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Page 45 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 283 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Page 330 - Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye.
Page 114 - The depth saith, It is not in me; and the sea saith, It is not with me. It cannot be gotten for gold, neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof.
Page 265 - Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there ; not there, my child.
Page 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 275 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Page 94 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die — to sleep — No more ; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal...
Page 208 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar...
Page 299 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.