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... Thou canst not then be false to any man . III . Sweet are the uses of adversity , Which , like the toad , ugly and venomous , Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life , exempt from public haunt , Hamlet . Finds tongues ...
... Thou canst not then be false to any man . III . Sweet are the uses of adversity , Which , like the toad , ugly and venomous , Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life , exempt from public haunt , Hamlet . Finds tongues ...
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... thou but thine . IV . P. L. , Bk . VIII . Virtue could see to do what virtue would , By her own radiant light , though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk . V. A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory , Comus . Of calling ...
... thou but thine . IV . P. L. , Bk . VIII . Virtue could see to do what virtue would , By her own radiant light , though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk . V. A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory , Comus . Of calling ...
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... thou shalt flourish in immortal youth , Unhurt amidst the war of elements , Cato . Cato . The wrecks of matter , and the crush of worlds . Cato . OTHER AUTHORS OF THIS AGE . POETS . DR . EDWARD YOUNG ( 1684-1765 ) , author of Night ...
... thou shalt flourish in immortal youth , Unhurt amidst the war of elements , Cato . Cato . The wrecks of matter , and the crush of worlds . Cato . OTHER AUTHORS OF THIS AGE . POETS . DR . EDWARD YOUNG ( 1684-1765 ) , author of Night ...
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... thou only bliss Of Paradise , that has survived the fall . IV . The Task , Bk . III . The Task , Bk . V. He is the freeman whom the truth makes free , And all are slaves beside . V. God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ...
... thou only bliss Of Paradise , that has survived the fall . IV . The Task , Bk . III . The Task , Bk . V. He is the freeman whom the truth makes free , And all are slaves beside . V. God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ...
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... thou never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . • In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun , O'er which clouds are brightening , Thou dost float and run Like an ...
... thou never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . • In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun , O'er which clouds are brightening , Thou dost float and run Like an ...
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Page 66 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 140 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 73 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 140 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 75 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Page 124 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Page 24 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 15 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Page 132 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Page 110 - If we work upon marble, it will perish ; if we work upon brass, time will efface it; if we rear temples, they will crumble into dust; but if we work upon immortal minds, if we imbue them with principles, with the just fear of God and love of our fellow-men, we engrave on those tablets something which will brighten to all eternity.