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... heart a royalist and a Chris- tian , ' having received the grace of God not to blush in any company , Kings nor Gospellers ; ' clever at entertaining the prince , and rendering for him into good French the ' old French of Amyot ; ' very ...
... heart a royalist and a Chris- tian , ' having received the grace of God not to blush in any company , Kings nor Gospellers ; ' clever at entertaining the prince , and rendering for him into good French the ' old French of Amyot ; ' very ...
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... heart which He produces . That is the master idea , which consists in erecting duty into an absolute king of human life , and in prostrating all ideal models before a moral model . Here we track the root of man ; for to explain this ...
... heart which He produces . That is the master idea , which consists in erecting duty into an absolute king of human life , and in prostrating all ideal models before a moral model . Here we track the root of man ; for to explain this ...
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... heart . His gods are not enclosed in walls ; he has no idols . What he designates by divine names , is something invisible and grand , which floats through nature , and is conceived beyond nature , a mysterious infinity which the sense ...
... heart . His gods are not enclosed in walls ; he has no idols . What he designates by divine names , is something invisible and grand , which floats through nature , and is conceived beyond nature , a mysterious infinity which the sense ...
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... hearts of warriors and heroes . There is no fear of grief , no care for life ; they count it as dross when the idea has seized upon them . The trembling of the nerves , the repugnance of ... heart urged me on CHAP . I. ] 33 THE SAXONS .
... hearts of warriors and heroes . There is no fear of grief , no care for life ; they count it as dross when the idea has seized upon them . The trembling of the nerves , the repugnance of ... heart urged me on CHAP . I. ] 33 THE SAXONS .
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... heart youth . ' After this triumphant eagle's cry Sigurd cuts out the worm's heart ; but Regin , brother of Fafnir , drinks blood from the wound , and falls asleep . Sigurd , who was roasting the heart , raises his finger thoughtlessly ...
... heart youth . ' After this triumphant eagle's cry Sigurd cuts out the worm's heart ; but Regin , brother of Fafnir , drinks blood from the wound , and falls asleep . Sigurd , who was roasting the heart , raises his finger thoughtlessly ...
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Side 450 - And in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle.
Side 370 - Almighty and most merciful Father, We have erred and strayed from thy ways like lost sheep. We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts. We have offended against thy holy laws. We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.
Side 302 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still ; The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Side 268 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Side 370 - Almighty and everlasting God, who hatest nothing that thou hast made, and dost forgive the sins of all them that are penitent ; Create and make in us new and contrite hearts, that we worthily lamenting our sins, and acknowledging our wretchedness, may obtain of thee, the God of all mercy, perfect remission and forgiveness ; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Side 337 - O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God ! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! ah fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Side 429 - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
Side 158 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Side 436 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast...
Side 451 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost Archangel, " this the seat That we must change for Heaven? — this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be...