Pitman's Popular Lecturer and Reader, Volume 9F. Pitman, 1864 |
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Page 77
... beautiful . New occasions bring new duties - time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still , and onward , who would keep abreast of truth : On before us gleam her campfires - we ourselves must pilgrims be- Nor attempt the ...
... beautiful . New occasions bring new duties - time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still , and onward , who would keep abreast of truth : On before us gleam her campfires - we ourselves must pilgrims be- Nor attempt the ...
Page 80
... beautiful lines of spider web drawn parallel to one another . Suppose , then , the astronomer , at a fixed hour , observes a star crossing one of the lines of these spider webs . By his side he has a beautiful apparatus for marking time ...
... beautiful lines of spider web drawn parallel to one another . Suppose , then , the astronomer , at a fixed hour , observes a star crossing one of the lines of these spider webs . By his side he has a beautiful apparatus for marking time ...
Page 123
... beautiful and glorious range , things visible and invisible , the living and the dead , some of the sweetest and holiest feelings of our nature . True it is that few , very few , could conceive so exquisite an idea as we find in the ...
... beautiful and glorious range , things visible and invisible , the living and the dead , some of the sweetest and holiest feelings of our nature . True it is that few , very few , could conceive so exquisite an idea as we find in the ...
Page 154
... beautiful in composition , either metrically or musically , but because they breathe with a purpose . The same may be said of national songs . Our own " Britons never shall be slaves , " utter the sentiment of the national heart , and ...
... beautiful in composition , either metrically or musically , but because they breathe with a purpose . The same may be said of national songs . Our own " Britons never shall be slaves , " utter the sentiment of the national heart , and ...
Page 163
... beautiful section is to be seen at Brook Point , Isle of Wight , where at low water are exposed hun- dreds of tons of enormous petrified pine trees , with a per- fect network of snags and brushwood , the remains of a raft floated ...
... beautiful section is to be seen at Brook Point , Isle of Wight , where at low water are exposed hun- dreds of tons of enormous petrified pine trees , with a per- fect network of snags and brushwood , the remains of a raft floated ...
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Page 228 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 337 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 224 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills. Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Page 224 - From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 24 - Rejoice. Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand. Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Page 118 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 336 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
Page 261 - When, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One Star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Page 169 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Page 121 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.