Conversations at CambridgeJ.W. Parker, 1836 - 299 sider |
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... Italy , where the travel- ler is frequently gratified by the delightful spectacle of a numerous family dwelling together in unity . But , alas ! a change has come over our manners . No Lord Chancellor will ever more seek his father's ...
... Italy , where the travel- ler is frequently gratified by the delightful spectacle of a numerous family dwelling together in unity . But , alas ! a change has come over our manners . No Lord Chancellor will ever more seek his father's ...
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... Italy and the East . His fancy is seldom rapt into— The golden Indies in the air . He carries us to no enchanted castles , whose case- ments open- On the foam of perilous seas . No gentle Una glides by with her milk - white lamb . We ...
... Italy and the East . His fancy is seldom rapt into— The golden Indies in the air . He carries us to no enchanted castles , whose case- ments open- On the foam of perilous seas . No gentle Una glides by with her milk - white lamb . We ...
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... Italian hose , to the quiet garden of Pembroke , and the spot still hallowed as " Ridley's Walk . " What richer blessings can fortune have in store for us , than those she has already showered * See The Fairy Queen . + So in the Elegy ...
... Italian hose , to the quiet garden of Pembroke , and the spot still hallowed as " Ridley's Walk . " What richer blessings can fortune have in store for us , than those she has already showered * See The Fairy Queen . + So in the Elegy ...
Side 75
... long enough to * Theorbo , an improvement of the French lute , from the Italian Tiorba . See an engraving of one in Hawkins's History of Music , Vol . iv . , p . 110 . love * -how much more sharply doth care dwell in HIS FRIEND HERVEY . 75.
... long enough to * Theorbo , an improvement of the French lute , from the Italian Tiorba . See an engraving of one in Hawkins's History of Music , Vol . iv . , p . 110 . love * -how much more sharply doth care dwell in HIS FRIEND HERVEY . 75.
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... Italy , says Burnet , trembled at his name ; the pride of the Os- manlis ' bowed before him . For the sufferings of the church during the period of puritanical domination no heart bleeds more than mine . But let the saying of ...
... Italy , says Burnet , trembled at his name ; the pride of the Os- manlis ' bowed before him . For the sufferings of the church during the period of puritanical domination no heart bleeds more than mine . But let the saying of ...
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Side 23 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Side 79 - Here let me careless and unthoughtful lying, Hear the soft winds above me flying With all their wanton boughs dispute, And the more tuneful birds to both replying, Nor be myself too mute.
Side 110 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Side 193 - O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what Nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Side 149 - For men have entered into a desire of learning and knowledge, sometimes upon a natural curiosity and inquisitive appetite; sometimes to entertain their minds with variety and delight ; sometimes for ornament and reputation ; and sometimes to enable them to victory of wit and contradiction ; and most times for lucre and profession ; and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason, to the benefit and use of men...
Side 63 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.
Side 261 - To be of no Church is dangerous. Religion, of which the rewards are distant, and which is animated only by Faith and Hope, will glide by degrees out of the mind, unless it be invigorated and reimpressed by external ordinances, by stated calls to worship, and the salutary influence of example.
Side 149 - If therefore ye be loath to dishearten utterly and discontent, not the mercenary crew of false pretenders to learning, but the free and ingenuous sort of such as evidently were born to study and love learning for itself, not for lucre or any other end but the service of God and of truth, and perhaps that lasting fame and perpetuity of praise which God and good men have consented shall be the reward of those whose published labours advance the good of mankind...
Side 142 - Alas, sir ! a commonwealth ought to be but as one huge christian personage, one mighty growth and stature of an honest man, as big and compact in virtue as in body...
Side 47 - Unhappy White ! while life was in its spring,* And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came ; and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science...