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Side 26
... hope , a fame , They too will rather die than shame : For freedom's battle once begun , Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son , Though baffled oft is ever won . Bear witness , Greece , thy living page , Attest it many a deathless age ...
... hope , a fame , They too will rather die than shame : For freedom's battle once begun , Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son , Though baffled oft is ever won . Bear witness , Greece , thy living page , Attest it many a deathless age ...
Side 32
... hope of escape . 8. The columns just in front were scratched with ancient names , possibly those of the guard stationed at the door of the prison . There were several advertisements of gladiators on the pillars , and it appears that at ...
... hope of escape . 8. The columns just in front were scratched with ancient names , possibly those of the guard stationed at the door of the prison . There were several advertisements of gladiators on the pillars , and it appears that at ...
Side 38
... hope he will alter his mind ; for should we even exchange civilities on the occasion , Tirocinium will spoil all . The great estimation , however , in which this knight of the stone bottles is held may turn out a circumstance propitious ...
... hope he will alter his mind ; for should we even exchange civilities on the occasion , Tirocinium will spoil all . The great estimation , however , in which this knight of the stone bottles is held may turn out a circumstance propitious ...
Side 61
... hope he will anticipate his final reward by seeing all its efforts fully realised in his own . " 7. In 1783 Howard carried out his design of visit- ing Portugal , in which he had been disappointed twenty - seven years previously . His ...
... hope he will anticipate his final reward by seeing all its efforts fully realised in his own . " 7. In 1783 Howard carried out his design of visit- ing Portugal , in which he had been disappointed twenty - seven years previously . His ...
Side 75
... hope is theirs , by fancy fed , Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast ; Theirs buxom health of rosy hue , Wild wit , invention ever new , And lively cheer , of vigour born ; The ...
... hope is theirs , by fancy fed , Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast ; Theirs buxom health of rosy hue , Wild wit , invention ever new , And lively cheer , of vigour born ; The ...
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Side 116 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it : they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Side 187 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph, that adores and burns : To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Side 148 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Side 164 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Side 175 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of Nature, and, though poor perhaps compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say — My Father made them all...
Side 74 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Side 61 - ... to dive into the depths of dungeons: to plunge into the infection of hospitals ; to survey the mansions of sorrow and pain; to take the gauge and dimensions of misery, depression, and contempt; to remember the forgotten, to attend to the neglected, to visit the forsaken, and to compare and collate the distresses of all men in all countries.
Side 200 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds : pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew : fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Side 149 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Side 114 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...