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... ST . COLUMBA , 532 DOVEDALE , • 536 STONEHENGE , 537 A FAMILY IN HEAVEN , . 539 SUNSET , 540 THE LORD'S SUPPER , THE SKY - LARK , NUNC DIMITTIS , THE HOME OF BETHANY , . 541 542 543 545 60 • Ne meta har wriw est . ” HORACK.
... ST . COLUMBA , 532 DOVEDALE , • 536 STONEHENGE , 537 A FAMILY IN HEAVEN , . 539 SUNSET , 540 THE LORD'S SUPPER , THE SKY - LARK , NUNC DIMITTIS , THE HOME OF BETHANY , . 541 542 543 545 60 • Ne meta har wriw est . ” HORACK.
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... HEAVEN , 552 FOR THE FIRST TIME , 553 556 559 561 66 OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN , " 562 LINES SUGGESTED BY THE THOUGHT OF THE ALMOST INCREDULOUS SURPRISE THE CHRISTIAN WILL FEEL ON FINDING HIMSELF IN HEAVEN , 563 THE CROSS OF ...
... HEAVEN , 552 FOR THE FIRST TIME , 553 556 559 561 66 OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN , " 562 LINES SUGGESTED BY THE THOUGHT OF THE ALMOST INCREDULOUS SURPRISE THE CHRISTIAN WILL FEEL ON FINDING HIMSELF IN HEAVEN , 563 THE CROSS OF ...
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... 532 DOVEDALE , 536 STONEHENGE , 537 A FAMILY IN HEAVEN , 539 SUNSET , THE LORD'S SUPPER , THE SKY - LARK , NUNC DIMITTIS , THE HOME OF BETHANY , 540 • 541 . 542 543 • 545 TO THE NIGHTINGALE , MADONNA , SONNET ON A LAKE.
... 532 DOVEDALE , 536 STONEHENGE , 537 A FAMILY IN HEAVEN , 539 SUNSET , THE LORD'S SUPPER , THE SKY - LARK , NUNC DIMITTIS , THE HOME OF BETHANY , 540 • 541 . 542 543 • 545 TO THE NIGHTINGALE , MADONNA , SONNET ON A LAKE.
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... HEAVEN , " OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN , " PAGE . . 549 550 . 552 FOR THE FIRST TIME , 553 . 556 559 . 561 562 LINES SUGGESTED BY THE THOUGHT OF THE ALMOST INCREDULOUS SURPRISE THE CHRISTIAN WILL FEEL ON FINDING HIMSELF IN HEAVEN ...
... HEAVEN , " OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN , " PAGE . . 549 550 . 552 FOR THE FIRST TIME , 553 . 556 559 . 561 562 LINES SUGGESTED BY THE THOUGHT OF THE ALMOST INCREDULOUS SURPRISE THE CHRISTIAN WILL FEEL ON FINDING HIMSELF IN HEAVEN ...
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... Heaven's queen and mother both , Now sits not girt with taper's holy shine . Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green : Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest . " MILTON . Morning of Christ's Nativity . NUGE LITERARIE : ETC ...
... Heaven's queen and mother both , Now sits not girt with taper's holy shine . Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green : Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest . " MILTON . Morning of Christ's Nativity . NUGE LITERARIE : ETC ...
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Страница 192 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Страница 415 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Страница 147 - ... if the invention of the ship was thought so noble, which carrieth riches and commodities from place to place, and consociateth the most remote regions in participation of their fruits, how much more are letters to be magnified, which, as ships, pass through the vast seas of time, and make ages so distant to participate of the wisdom, illuminations, and inventions, the one of the other?
Страница 213 - tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Страница 380 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Страница 401 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Страница 153 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Страница 139 - WHAT is truth ?" said jesting Pilate, and would not stay for an answer. Certainly there be that delight in giddiness, and count it a bondage to fix a belief, affecting free-will in thinking as well as in acting. And though the sects of philosophers of that kind be gone, yet there remain certain discoursing wits which are of the same veins, though there be not so much blood in them as was in those of the ancients.
Страница 259 - When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Страница 146 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.