The Book of Elegant ExtractsW.P. Nimmo, 1868 - 159 páginas |
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... hands a most perverse selection of books . You place him in contact with the best society in every period of history -with the wisest , the wittiest - with the tenderest , the bravest , and the purest characters who have adorned ...
... hands a most perverse selection of books . You place him in contact with the best society in every period of history -with the wisest , the wittiest - with the tenderest , the bravest , and the purest characters who have adorned ...
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... hand of God . A bruised reed He will not break ; Afflictions all His children feel ; He wounds them for His mercy's sake- He wounds to heal ! Humbled beneath His mighty hand , Prostrate , His providence adore : ' Tis done ! arise ! He ...
... hand of God . A bruised reed He will not break ; Afflictions all His children feel ; He wounds them for His mercy's sake- He wounds to heal ! Humbled beneath His mighty hand , Prostrate , His providence adore : ' Tis done ! arise ! He ...
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... hand of God , and waiting for the breath of life ; not one who had lived and suffered death . Her couch was dressed ... hand folded to his breast for warmth . It was the hand she had stretched out to him with her last smile - the hand ...
... hand of God , and waiting for the breath of life ; not one who had lived and suffered death . Her couch was dressed ... hand folded to his breast for warmth . It was the hand she had stretched out to him with her last smile - the hand ...
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... hand dropped in its little wreath - many a stifled sob was heard . Some , and they were not a few , knelt down . All were sincere and truthful in their sorrow . The service done , the mourners stood apart , and the villagers closed ...
... hand dropped in its little wreath - many a stifled sob was heard . Some , and they were not a few , knelt down . All were sincere and truthful in their sorrow . The service done , the mourners stood apart , and the villagers closed ...
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... hands that a certain prince has some matters of great importance under consideration . This is very mysterious ; but the Postboy leaves us more in the dark , for he tells us that there are private intimations of measures taken by a ...
... hands that a certain prince has some matters of great importance under consideration . This is very mysterious ; but the Postboy leaves us more in the dark , for he tells us that there are private intimations of measures taken by a ...
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Página 135 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Página 28 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Página 108 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Página 64 - And shook it forth with a royal will. " Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Página 53 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Página 100 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Página 100 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Página 53 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Página 29 - The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Página 53 - God ! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now ; To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, — How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.