Prose, Band 1

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1824

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Seite 52 - But man dieth, and wasteth away : Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he ? As the waters fail from the sea, And the flood decayeth and drieth up : So man lieth down, and riseth not. Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be raised out of their sleep.
Seite 272 - LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band. But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
Seite 111 - Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion? Canst thou bring forth Mazzaroth in his season? or canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons?
Seite 227 - Hope deferred maketh the heart sick : but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.
Seite iii - Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Seite 241 - It shows them how to steer to the East', and the West', to the North', and the South.
Seite 127 - On the fourth day of creation, when the sun, after a glorious but solitary course, went down in the evening, and darkness began to gather over the face of the uninhabited globe, already arrayed in the exuberance of vegetation, and prepared by the diversity of land and water, for the. abode of uncreated animals and man, — a star, single and beautiful, stepped forth into the firmament. Trembling with wonder and delight in new-found existence, she looked abroad, and beheld nothing, in heaven...
Seite 284 - To think of summers yet to come, That I am not to see ! To think a weed is yet to bloom From dust that I shall be !" The next morning she found the following linee, in pencil, on the back of the same card.
Seite 138 - As hitherto she has increased every evening, to-morrow she will do the same, and we must be lost like our brethren in her all-conquering resplendence." The moon herself was not a little puzzled to imagine what might become of her ; but vanity readily suggested, that although she had reached her full form, she had not reached her full size ; consequently, by a regular nightly expansion of...
Seite 140 - ... universal tempest mingled heaven and earth in rain, and lightning, and darkness. She plunged among the thickest of the thunder-clouds, and, in the confusion that hid her disgrace, her exulting rivals were all likewise put out of countenance. On the next evening, and every evening...

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