A medley of notables: what they said and what others said of them, by G.F.S. |
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... living waters lie : Unseen , awhile they sleep - till , touch'd by thee , Bright , healthful waves flow forth , to each Glad wanderer free . FELICIA HEMANS . He has brightened the earth we inherit to our eyes ; he has made it more ...
... living waters lie : Unseen , awhile they sleep - till , touch'd by thee , Bright , healthful waves flow forth , to each Glad wanderer free . FELICIA HEMANS . He has brightened the earth we inherit to our eyes ; he has made it more ...
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... living ; what to thee Was praise of mine ? I mourned thee not when dead ; I only loved thee , -love thee ! oh ! thou fled , Fair spirit , free at last where all are free , I only love thee , bless thee , that to me For ever thou hast ...
... living ; what to thee Was praise of mine ? I mourned thee not when dead ; I only loved thee , -love thee ! oh ! thou fled , Fair spirit , free at last where all are free , I only love thee , bless thee , that to me For ever thou hast ...
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... living out . Our very hopes belied our fears , Our fears our hopes belied- We thought her dying when she slept , And sleeping when she died . For when the morn came dim and sad , And chill with early showers , Her quiet eyelids closed ...
... living out . Our very hopes belied our fears , Our fears our hopes belied- We thought her dying when she slept , And sleeping when she died . For when the morn came dim and sad , And chill with early showers , Her quiet eyelids closed ...
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... yet showing a " knitted strength " which proved that the imagination , however apparently grotesque and capricious , was always true to itself , and regulated by highest law . SHIRLEY . JOHN BUNYAN . IN is the living worm , the 31.
... yet showing a " knitted strength " which proved that the imagination , however apparently grotesque and capricious , was always true to itself , and regulated by highest law . SHIRLEY . JOHN BUNYAN . IN is the living worm , the 31.
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Medley, G F S. JOHN BUNYAN . IN is the living worm , the lasting fire , Hell soon would lose its heat , could sin expire . Better sinless in hell , than to be where Heaven is , and to be found a sinner there . One sinless with infernals ...
Medley, G F S. JOHN BUNYAN . IN is the living worm , the lasting fire , Hell soon would lose its heat , could sin expire . Better sinless in hell , than to be where Heaven is , and to be found a sinner there . One sinless with infernals ...
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admired affections angels beauty beneath blessing breast bright BRONTË BROUGHAM BYRON CHALMERS CHARLES LAMB CHARLOTTE BRONTË dark death deep divine doth doubt dream E. B. BROWNING earth EDMUND BURKE eloquent eternal eyes F. W. ROBERTSON faith Farewell fear feeling FELICIA HEMANS friends genius gentle grey HARRIET MARTINEAU hath heart heaven hell HUGH MILLER human humour imagination intellect J. H. NEWMAN JOHN RUSKIN king knew labour laugh Lest light living look love thee Luther mankind MARTINEAU Michael Angelo mind moral nature ness never night noble o'er OLIVER CROMWELL once passion poets poor praise QUINCEY religion S. T. COLERIDGE satire seems Shakespere Shelley silent SIR WALTER SCOTT smile solitude song sorrow soul Spenser spirit star strength strong sublime sweet tears tender THACKERAY thine things THOMAS CARLYLE thou art thou hast thought voice W. M. THACKERAY wisdom woman words WORDSWORTH writings
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Página 22 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : •> From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could. suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Página 6 - That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it.
Página 12 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 25 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work; a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it...
Página 21 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 9 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Página 19 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Página 12 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Página 8 - O lyric Love, half angel and half bird, And all a wonder and a wild desire, — Boldest of hearts that ever braved the sun, Took sanctuary within the holier blue, And sang a kindred soul out to his face, — Yet human at the red-ripe of the heart — When the first summons from the darkling earth Reached thee amid thy chambers, blanched their blue, And bared them of the glory — to drop down, To toil for man, to suffer or to die, — This is the same voice : can thy soul know change...
Página 21 - Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen...