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Seite 39 - Und wenn der Mensch in seiner Qual verstummt, Gab mir ein Gott, zu sagen, wie ich leide.
Seite 65 - He is made one with nature; there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird: He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Seite 196 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Seite 346 - He cannot give it, because it is not his own, — since what is dependent for its very existence on something in another can never become to him a possession ; nor can he justly withhold it, when the presence of merit claims it as a consequence. As praise, then, cannot be made a gift, so, neither, when not his due, can any man receive it : he may think he does, but he receives only words ; for desert being the essential condition of praise, there can be no reality in the one without the other. This...
Seite 84 - Of troublous and distressed mortality, That thus make way unto the ugly Birth Of their own Sorrows, and do still beget Affliction upon Imbecility: Yet seeing thus the course of things must run, He looks thereon not strange, but as fore-done.
Seite 224 - As she lay, till the day In the Bay of Biscay, O ! At length the wished-for morrow, Broke through the hazy sky, Absorbed in silent sorrow, Each heaved a bitter sigh ; The dismal wreck to view, Struck horror to the crew, As she lay, on that day, In the Bay of Biscay, O Her yielding timbers sever, Her pitchy seams are rent.
Seite 344 - It is a hard matter for a man to lie all over Nature having provided king's evidence in almost every member. The hand will sometimes act as a vane, to show which way the wind blows, when every feature is set the other way ; the knees smite together and sound the alarm of fear under a fierce countenance ; the legs shake with anger, when all above is calm.* 18.
Seite 100 - While tens of thousands, thinking on the affray, Men unto whom sufficient for the day And minds not stinted or untilled are given, Sound, healthy Children of the God of Heaven, Are cheerful as the rising Sun in May. What do we gather hence but firmer faith That every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath...
Seite 341 - Oh, who shall lightly say that fame Is nothing but an empty name Whilst in that sound there is a charm The nerves to brace, the heart to warm, As, thinking of the mighty dead. The young from slothful couch will start, And vow, with lifted hands outspread, Like them to act a noble part ? Oh, who shall lightly say that fame Is nothing but an empty name.
Seite 328 - ... seemed specially to flow for every classic ruin over which we wandered. And when I recall some of our walks under the pines of the Villa Borghese, I am almost tempted to dream that I had once listened to Plato, in the groves of the Academy.