The Lover's Seat. Kathemérina Or Common Things in Relation to Beauty, Virtue, and Truth, Volume 2Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1856 - Conduct of life |
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... thou call them knaves ? " asks Timon . " Thou knowest them not . They are Athenians ? " re- plies the misanthrope interrogatively , that is , his countrymen ; then , " he concludes , " I repent not . " Metaphysicians , and others too ...
... thou call them knaves ? " asks Timon . " Thou knowest them not . They are Athenians ? " re- plies the misanthrope interrogatively , that is , his countrymen ; then , " he concludes , " I repent not . " Metaphysicians , and others too ...
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... thou hast said of man ; nor deem me wrong . And , oh ! humanity is the fairest flower Blooming in earthly breast ; so sweet and pure That it might freshen even the fadeless wreaths Twined round the golden harps of those in heaven ...
... thou hast said of man ; nor deem me wrong . And , oh ! humanity is the fairest flower Blooming in earthly breast ; so sweet and pure That it might freshen even the fadeless wreaths Twined round the golden harps of those in heaven ...
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... thou art as empty and needful as before . ' They now imagine that they have been mistaken in their choice of an object , and throw themselves eagerly into another . This satisfies them as little as the first . There is no object under ...
... thou art as empty and needful as before . ' They now imagine that they have been mistaken in their choice of an object , and throw themselves eagerly into another . This satisfies them as little as the first . There is no object under ...
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... thou vanish'd from my mind , Where could my vacant bosom turn ? And who would then remain behind To honour thine abandon'd urn ? No , no , it is my sorrow's pride That last dear duty to fulfil ; Though all the world forget beside ...
... thou vanish'd from my mind , Where could my vacant bosom turn ? And who would then remain behind To honour thine abandon'd urn ? No , no , it is my sorrow's pride That last dear duty to fulfil ; Though all the world forget beside ...
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... thou wilt ever be ! Thou wilt not let her wash thy dainty feet With such salt things as tears , or with rude hair Dry them , soft Pharisee , that sit'st at meat With him who made her such , and speak'st him fair , Leaving God's ...
... thou wilt ever be ! Thou wilt not let her wash thy dainty feet With such salt things as tears , or with rude hair Dry them , soft Pharisee , that sit'st at meat With him who made her such , and speak'st him fair , Leaving God's ...
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Page 137 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Page 183 - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Page 147 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Page 120 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 51 - MY little children, these things I write to you, that you may not sin. But if any man sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the just: 2 And he is the propitiation for our sins: and not for ours only, but also for those of the whole world.
Page 168 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Page 335 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Page 284 - She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise ; For naught that sets one heart at ease, And giveth happiness or peace, Is low-esteemed in her eyes.
Page 137 - And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea; and other times to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors!
Page 146 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.