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Seite 173 - THE LAND ILL fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and lords may flourish or may fade — A breath can make them as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied. — OLIVER GOLDSMITH (The Deserted Village). THE
Seite 166 - them and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings; Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair;" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. — PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
Seite 358 - and a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a
Seite 158 - COWARDS COWARDS die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. — WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (Julius
Seite 342 - Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away. — HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
Seite 94 - FLOWER IN THE CRANNIED WALL FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies; — Hold you here root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is. — ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON.
Seite 69 - Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm — Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of eternity, — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. — GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON
Seite 68 - The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkles on thine azure brow: Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm — Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Seite 21 - Oh, east is east, and west is west, and never the two shall meet Till earth and sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat. But there is neither east nor west, border or breed or birth, When two strong men stand face to face though they come from the ends of the earth. — RUDYARD KIPLING. THE
Seite 388 - Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on prince's favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to rise again. — WILLIAM