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Pàgina xii
... Tree • On God . - WALLER WATTS WILLIS . WORDSWORTH ANONYMOUS • • LAYS AND BALLADS` FROM Hymn of the Seasons Man's Aberration from God The Creation The Leper Fidelity . The Destroying Angel . The Northern Seas HISTORY • · • • xii CONTENTS .
... Tree • On God . - WALLER WATTS WILLIS . WORDSWORTH ANONYMOUS • • LAYS AND BALLADS` FROM Hymn of the Seasons Man's Aberration from God The Creation The Leper Fidelity . The Destroying Angel . The Northern Seas HISTORY • · • • xii CONTENTS .
Pàgina xii
... Tree On God . 29 19 Hymn of the Seasons 80 WALLER Man's Aberration from God 21 • WATTS The Creation . 1 WILLIS WORDSWORTH . • The Leper Fidelity . 109 89 ANONYMOUS LAYS AND BALLADS The Destroying Angel . The Northern Seas FROM ENGLISH ...
... Tree On God . 29 19 Hymn of the Seasons 80 WALLER Man's Aberration from God 21 • WATTS The Creation . 1 WILLIS WORDSWORTH . • The Leper Fidelity . 109 89 ANONYMOUS LAYS AND BALLADS The Destroying Angel . The Northern Seas FROM ENGLISH ...
Pàgina 9
... tree's mellow stores around ; And sends the winter's icy power 5 , T'invigorate the exhausted ground ? 1 Satrap , a title given by Greek writers to the Persian governors of provinces before the conquests of Alexander . Here it refers to ...
... tree's mellow stores around ; And sends the winter's icy power 5 , T'invigorate the exhausted ground ? 1 Satrap , a title given by Greek writers to the Persian governors of provinces before the conquests of Alexander . Here it refers to ...
Pàgina 13
... - Rev. xxi . 23 . 2 " And there shall be no more death , neither sorrow , nor crying ; neither shall there be any more pain . " Rev. xxi . 4 . " Sister ! my young rose tree- That all the LESS . VIII . 13 THE DYING BOY .
... - Rev. xxi . 23 . 2 " And there shall be no more death , neither sorrow , nor crying ; neither shall there be any more pain . " Rev. xxi . 4 . " Sister ! my young rose tree- That all the LESS . VIII . 13 THE DYING BOY .
Pàgina 14
Walter McLeod. " Sister ! my young rose tree- That all the spring has been my pleasant care , Just putting forth its leaves so green and fair , I give to thee . " And when its roses bloom , I shall be gone away - my short life done ! But ...
Walter McLeod. " Sister ! my young rose tree- That all the spring has been my pleasant care , Just putting forth its leaves so green and fair , I give to thee . " And when its roses bloom , I shall be gone away - my short life done ! But ...
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Pàgina 100 - 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 in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pàgina 24 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Pàgina 81 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Pàgina 67 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pàgina 118 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Pàgina 34 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Pàgina 35 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Pàgina 89 - God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Pàgina 68 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pàgina 101 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...