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... tell of the supremacy of the Chris- tian faith , and of three centuries of unwilling submission to the cruel yoke of Spain . This account of a capital city found by the first explorers in Mexico may well be compared with that of Lon ...
... tell of the supremacy of the Chris- tian faith , and of three centuries of unwilling submission to the cruel yoke of Spain . This account of a capital city found by the first explorers in Mexico may well be compared with that of Lon ...
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... tell , and sad to trace Each step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough - no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it fell ; Yes ! self - abasement paved the way To villain - bonds and despot sway . " There is , perhaps ...
... tell , and sad to trace Each step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough - no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it fell ; Yes ! self - abasement paved the way To villain - bonds and despot sway . " There is , perhaps ...
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... daybreak . They had read and talked to her in the earlier portion of the night ; but as the hours crept on she sank to sleep . They could tell , by what she faintly uttered in her dreams , that they were of 42 SIXTH PARAGON READER .
... daybreak . They had read and talked to her in the earlier portion of the night ; but as the hours crept on she sank to sleep . They could tell , by what she faintly uttered in her dreams , that they were of 42 SIXTH PARAGON READER .
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... tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days , When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain 2 The richest spoils of Mexico , the stoutest hearts of Spain . 5 It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day ...
... tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days , When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain 2 The richest spoils of Mexico , the stoutest hearts of Spain . 5 It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day ...
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... tell them they are men . 7. Ambition this shall tempt to rise , Then whirl the wretch from high , To bitter Scorn a sacrifice , And grinning Infamy ; The stings of Falsehood those shall try , And hard Unkindness ' altered eye , That ...
... tell them they are men . 7. Ambition this shall tempt to rise , Then whirl the wretch from high , To bitter Scorn a sacrifice , And grinning Infamy ; The stings of Falsehood those shall try , And hard Unkindness ' altered eye , That ...
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Page 116 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it : they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Page 187 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph, that adores and burns : To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 148 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 164 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 175 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of Nature, and, though poor perhaps compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say — My Father made them all...
Page 74 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Page 61 - ... to dive into the depths of dungeons: to plunge into the infection of hospitals ; to survey the mansions of sorrow and pain; to take the gauge and dimensions of misery, depression, and contempt; to remember the forgotten, to attend to the neglected, to visit the forsaken, and to compare and collate the distresses of all men in all countries.
Page 200 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds : pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew : fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Page 149 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Page 114 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...