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" What would'st thou have a good great man obtain? Place? titles? salary? a gilded chain? Or throne of corses which his sword hath slain ? Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends ! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man... "
The Quarterly review - Страница 84
1835
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Titcomb's Letters to Young People, Single and Married

Josiah Gilbert Holland - 1866 - 256 страници
...friends, The great good man ? Three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath ; And three firm friends, more sure than day...night — Himself, his maker, and the angel death ? COLEKIDGB. YOUNG men, I hate cant, and I do not know exactly how to say what I wish to say in this...

Looking Toward Sunset: From Sources Old and New, Original and Selected

Lydia Maria Child - 1866 - 484 страници
...? Three treasures, love, and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infant's breath ; And three true friends, more sure than day and night, — Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death." COLERIDGB. THE GOLDEN WEDDING. The German custom of observing a festival called the Silver .Wedding,...

Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, Том 10

Penny readings - 1867 - 280 страници
...from the land of spirit?, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains. For shame, dear friend ! renounce this canting strain...and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death. But, lastly, there is doubtless a true meaning attached to fortune, distinct both from prudence and...

Friends' Quarterly Examiner, Том 16

1882 - 620 страници
...three treasures — love and light, And calm thoughts equable as an infant's breath ; And three fast friends, more sure than day and night, — Himself, his Maker, and the Angel Death." * Dean Stanley. f James Hinton. Nor are we left in ignorance of the feelings with which Paul — who...

The Quarterly Review, Том 125

1868 - 600 страници
...chain — Or throne of corses which his sword hath slain ? Greatness and goodness are not means, hut ends ! Hath he not always treasures, always friends,...night — Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.' It must be admitted that the middle of the above poem does not correspond in dignity and beauty to...

The London Quarterly Review, Томове 124–125

1868 - 624 страници
...calm thoughts, regular as infant's breath; The good great man ?—three treasures, love and light, And three firm friends, more sure than day and night— Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.' It must be admitted that the middle of the above poem does not correspond in dignity and beauty to...

Littell's Living Age, Том 98

1868 - 846 страници
...man ? — three treasures, love, and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infant's breath ; — find three firm friends, more sure than day and night — Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.' It must be admitted that the middle of the above poem does not correspond in dignity and beauty to...

Christabel and the Lyrical and Imaginative Poems of S.T. Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1869 - 204 страници
...stood beside my seat ; She bent, and kissed her sister's lips, COMPLAINT AND KEPROOF. COMPLAINT. JOW seldom, friend ! a good great man inherits Honour...night — Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death. HUMAN LIFE, ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY. |F dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's...

Not Lost But Gone Before: Voices of the Departed ...

Not - 1869 - 168 страници
...ARE THE DEAD REMEMBER, §N all thy strivings, all thy bufferings, all thy yearnings of spirit, that Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends ; Hath...than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the Angel Death?1 REMEMBER, Ip HIS, the soul's questioning. If the soul lose this fe$ poor mansion of hers by...

The Lakeside Monthly, Том 1

Francis Fisher Broune - 1869 - 420 страници
...friends, The great, good man ? Three treasures, love and light And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath ; And three firm friends, more sure than day...Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death. — Coleridge. MAN. — We are as clouds that vail the midnight moon. How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,...




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