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Side 71 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Side 319 - The Sun to me is dark And silent as the Moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life, And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the soul, She all in every part, why was the sight To such a tender ball as the eye confined, So obvious and so easy to be quenched, And not, as feeling, through all parts diffused, That she might look at will through every pore?
Side 13 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Side 201 - tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.
Side 55 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Side 281 - Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
Side 212 - He hath of marks about him plenty: You shall know him among twenty. All his body is a fire, And his breath a flame entire, That being shot, like lightning, in, Wounds the heart, but not the skin.
Side 312 - ... obéissance ; plus sensible au souvenir des bienfaits qu'à celui des outrages, il ne se rebute pas par les mauvais traitements, il les subit, les oublie, ou ne s'en souvient que pour s'attacher davantage; loin de s'irriter ou de fuir, il s'expose de luimême à de nouvelles épreuves; il lèche cette main, instrument de douleur, qui vient de...
Side 308 - How our hearts burnt within us at the scene ! Whence this brave bound o'er limits fixt to man His God sustains him in his final hour ! His final hour brings glory to his God ! Man's glory heaven vouchsafes to call her own. We gaze, we weep ; mixt tears of grief and joy ! Amazement strikes ! devotion bursts to flame ! Christians adore ! and infidels believe...