Among the Goths and Vandals

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Tinsley brothers, 1870 - 270 Seiten
 

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Seite 40 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Seite 27 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! Ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Seite 80 - With flying foot the heath he spurned, Held westward with unwearied race, And left behind the panting chase.
Seite 54 - I speak, to a school of volunteer students — he says^ ' ' there is a piece of foppery which is to be cautiously guarded against, the foppery of universality, of knowing all sciences and excelling in all arts — chemistry, mathematics, algebra, dancing, history, reasoning, riding, fencing, Low Dutch, High Dutch and natural philosophy. In short, the modern precept of education very often is, " ' Take the Admirable Crichton for your model, I would have you ignorant of nothing.
Seite 102 - Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die. But leave us still our old Nobility.
Seite 257 - He is not received in the same degree as another. A man more adequately manifests God than a tree ; that is the only distinction. The life of devils is God's presence perverted in disorderly forms. ' All things, and each of them to the very uttermost, exist and subsist instantly from God. If the connection of anything with Him were broken for a moment it would instantly vanish ; for existence is perpetual subsistence, and preservation is perpetual creation.
Seite 84 - The rest of labour ought to be gay; and the gladness I have felt in France on a Sunday, or Decadi, which I caught from the faces around me, was a sentiment more truly religious than all the stupid stillness which the streets of London ever inspired where the Sabbath is so decorously observed.

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