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Seite 165 - THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER. FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime, adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou great First Cause, least understood; Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind j
Seite 249 - rusty mail in monumental mockery. For honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast: keep, then, the path : For Emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue; if you give way, Or turn aside from the direct forth-right, Like to an ent'red tide they all rush by, , And leave you
Seite 283 - Y. Bro. How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets. Where no crude surfeit reigns. Some far-off halloo break the silent air.
Seite 71 - dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud, we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And
Seite 71 - smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,
Seite 249 - What, are my deeds forgot ? Ulysses. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for Oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitude. Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance
Seite 250 - our thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. There is a mystery (with which relation Durst never meddle) in the soul of state; Which hath an operation more divine, Than breath or pen can give expressure to. All the commerce that you have had with Troy, As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord. Farewell, my
Seite 175 - to the means of having it well administered. On the whole, Sir, I cannot help expressing a wish that every member of the convention, who may still have objections, would with me, on this occasion, doubt a little of his own infallibility, and, to make manifest our unanimity, put his name to this instrument.
Seite 108 - EVE. Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk ; all but the
Seite 257 - for redress of all these griefs, And I will set this foot of mine as far, As who goes farthest. Now know you, Casca, I have moved already Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans, To undergo, with me, an enterprise, Of honourable dang'rous consequence; And I do know, by this they stay for me In