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Page 1470
... sing out one to another ! ahoy ! yeho ! aye ; till I thought the whole crew of devils answered our hail from the hill - tops ! -But I hit you again and again , Harry ! before you could master me , " continued the sailor , returning to ...
... sing out one to another ! ahoy ! yeho ! aye ; till I thought the whole crew of devils answered our hail from the hill - tops ! -But I hit you again and again , Harry ! before you could master me , " continued the sailor , returning to ...
Page 1472
... sing , Making our hearts to ring , At the poor christening , Soggarth Aroon ? Who , as friend only met , Soggarth Aroon , Never did flout me yet , Soggarth Aroon ? And when my hearth was dim Gave , while his eye did brim , What I should ...
... sing , Making our hearts to ring , At the poor christening , Soggarth Aroon ? Who , as friend only met , Soggarth Aroon , Never did flout me yet , Soggarth Aroon ? And when my hearth was dim Gave , while his eye did brim , What I should ...
Page 1478
... sing the mocking fairies , as of old , STILL Beneath the shade of thorn and holly - tree ; The west wind breathes upon them pure and cold , And still wolves dread Diana roving free , In secret woodland with her company . ' Tis thought ...
... sing the mocking fairies , as of old , STILL Beneath the shade of thorn and holly - tree ; The west wind breathes upon them pure and cold , And still wolves dread Diana roving free , In secret woodland with her company . ' Tis thought ...
Page 1479
... sings the silken cords between . Heroes are we , with wearied hearts and sore , Whose flower is faded and whose ... singing birds , your happy music pour ; Ah , poets , leave the sordid earth awhile ; Flit to these ancient gods we still ...
... sings the silken cords between . Heroes are we , with wearied hearts and sore , Whose flower is faded and whose ... singing birds , your happy music pour ; Ah , poets , leave the sordid earth awhile ; Flit to these ancient gods we still ...
Page 1499
... sings the delights of the city . Faustus , the rustic , is contented with his lot . The Cytezen and the Uplond- yshman ' was printed from the original edition of Wynkyn de Worde , with a preface by F. W. Fairholt , Percy Society ( Vol ...
... sings the delights of the city . Faustus , the rustic , is contented with his lot . The Cytezen and the Uplond- yshman ' was printed from the original edition of Wynkyn de Worde , with a preface by F. W. Fairholt , Percy Society ( Vol ...
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Popular passages
Page 1778 - NATURE has placed mankind under the governance of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure. It is for them alone to point out what we ought to do, as well as to determine what we shall do.
Page 1778 - By the principle of utility is meant that principle which approves or disapproves of every action whatsoever, according to the tendency which it appears to have to augment or diminish the happiness of the party whose interest is in question: or, what is the same thing in other words, to promote or to oppose that happiness.
Page 1895 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Page 1832 - BRIEF life is here our portion ; Brief sorrow, shortlived care ; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life, is there.
Page 1683 - Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose On this afflicted prince. Fall like a cloud In gentle showers: give nothing that is loud Or painful to his slumbers: easy, sweet, And as a purling stream, thou son of Night, Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain: Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride.
Page 1832 - With milk and honey blest ; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh ! I know not What joys await us there ; What radiancy of glory, "What bliss beyond compare.
Page 1832 - For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.
Page 1903 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Page 1742 - What benefits do they that are effectually called, partake of in this life ? A. They that are effectually called, do in this life partake of justification, adoption, and sanctification, and the several benefits which in this life do either accompany or flow from them.
Page 1450 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.