Studies in English and American LiteratureAinsworth, 1900 - 599 страници |
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... behold all the other various beauties this world could present to him . And this , and many other like blessings , we enjoy daily . And for most of them , because they be so common , most men forget to pay their praises ; but let not us ...
... behold all the other various beauties this world could present to him . And this , and many other like blessings , we enjoy daily . And for most of them , because they be so common , most men forget to pay their praises ; but let not us ...
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... behold the sweet glory of God in these things ; in the meantime singing with a loud voice my contempla tions of the Creator and Redeemer . I used to be a person uncom- monly terrified with thunder ; and it used to strike me with terror ...
... behold the sweet glory of God in these things ; in the meantime singing with a loud voice my contempla tions of the Creator and Redeemer . I used to be a person uncom- monly terrified with thunder ; and it used to strike me with terror ...
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... behold him ; he hideth himself on the right hand that I cannot see him . " In short , reason as well as revelation assures us that he cannot be absent from us , notwithstanding he is undiscovered by us . 66 ' Behold , In this ...
... behold him ; he hideth himself on the right hand that I cannot see him . " In short , reason as well as revelation assures us that he cannot be absent from us , notwithstanding he is undiscovered by us . 66 ' Behold , In this ...
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... Behold ! Behold ! " saith he , I stand at the door , and knock . ” Then said the parson : " What ! and shall he wait , And must he wait , not only till we say , ' Good Lord , the house is clean , the hearth is swept , The children sleep ...
... Behold ! Behold ! " saith he , I stand at the door , and knock . ” Then said the parson : " What ! and shall he wait , And must he wait , not only till we say , ' Good Lord , the house is clean , the hearth is swept , The children sleep ...
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... Behold ! ' he saith , I stand at the door , and knock . ' " Now hear me : there be troubles in this world That no man can escape , and there is one That lieth hard and heavy on my soul , Concerning that which is to come : " I say As a ...
... Behold ! ' he saith , I stand at the door , and knock . ' " Now hear me : there be troubles in this world That no man can escape , and there is one That lieth hard and heavy on my soul , Concerning that which is to come : " I say As a ...
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Страница 271 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Страница 405 - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Страница 316 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Страница 76 - And though a linguist should pride himself to have all the tongues that Babel cleft the world into, yet if he have not studied the solid things in them as well as the words and lexicons, he were nothing so much to be esteemed a learned man, as any yeoman or tradesman competently wise in his mother dialect only.
Страница 354 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 0 Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Страница 94 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
Страница 422 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Страница 123 - 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.
Страница 329 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Страница 407 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...