The Argonaut, Volumen5Hodder & Stoughton, 1875 |
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... faithful wife , into whose lap the sun sank to rest after the glorious toils of the day . The poem passes on to a more civilised and prosaic age ; the metaphor is forgotten ; and the Greek peasant trembles 2 THE ARGONAUT .
... faithful wife , into whose lap the sun sank to rest after the glorious toils of the day . The poem passes on to a more civilised and prosaic age ; the metaphor is forgotten ; and the Greek peasant trembles 2 THE ARGONAUT .
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... rest of creation , and has been enabled to take the vast strides he has made towards knowledge . Without speech his intellectual pre- dominance would still remain an unrealised potentiality . By this power wise men through successive ...
... rest of creation , and has been enabled to take the vast strides he has made towards knowledge . Without speech his intellectual pre- dominance would still remain an unrealised potentiality . By this power wise men through successive ...
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... rest the oar and pause awhile ? The Palazzo Pisani , erected in the fourteenth century . It was from one of the rooms of this palace that but a few years ago a single painting was sold for £ 12,000 sterling : it is now in England ...
... rest the oar and pause awhile ? The Palazzo Pisani , erected in the fourteenth century . It was from one of the rooms of this palace that but a few years ago a single painting was sold for £ 12,000 sterling : it is now in England ...
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... rest , filled with the laughing voices of our children , there is but little time for earnest and grave thought . Hobgoblins ! all of them ! and thus do I dismiss them . The Beauty of Truth - the splendour of Truth - the glory of Truth ...
... rest , filled with the laughing voices of our children , there is but little time for earnest and grave thought . Hobgoblins ! all of them ! and thus do I dismiss them . The Beauty of Truth - the splendour of Truth - the glory of Truth ...
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... rest it must depend on history . We have comfortably ensconced ourselves in a sheltered little rock , commanding an extensive view over the surrounding country , stretching from the fruit - bearing plain of the Rhine in the one ...
... rest it must depend on history . We have comfortably ensconced ourselves in a sheltered little rock , commanding an extensive view over the surrounding country , stretching from the fruit - bearing plain of the Rhine in the one ...
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Página 151 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 98 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Página 155 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Página 338 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Página 102 - If I' try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart.
Página 102 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Página 201 - Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land, and rob the blighted rye: There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war; There poppies, nodding, mock the hope of toil; There the blue bugloss paints the sterile soil; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy mallow waves her silky leaf; O'er the young shoot the charlock throws a shade, And clasping tares cling round the sickly blade; With...
Página 336 - Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn, And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept...
Página 21 - Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts : nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir...
Página 102 - They climb up into my turret, O'er the arms and back of my chair ; If I try to escape they surround me ; They seem to be everywhere.