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Seite 267 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
Seite 209 - There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Seite 70 - Alas ! he's gone before, Gone to return no more. Our panting breasts aspire After their aged sire ; Whose well-spent life did last Full ninety years and past. But now he hath begun That, which will ne'er be done. Crown'd with eternal bliss, We wish our souls with his.
Seite 216 - The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees, Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees ; Three centuries he grows, and three he stays, Supreme in state, and in three more decays...
Seite 119 - As many days as in one year there be, So many windows in one church we see ; As many marble pillars there appear, As there are hours throughout the fleeting year ; As many gates as moons one year do view : Strange tale to tell, yet not more strange than true.
Seite 68 - God that made the world and all things therein, seeing that he is Lord of heaven and earth, dwelleth not in temples made with hands ; neither is worshipped with men's hands, as though he needed any thing, seeing he giveth to all life and breath and all things...
Seite 107 - Come thither, and find them as prodigious as any tales I ever heard of them, and worth going this journey to see. God knows what their use was: they are hard to tell, but yet may be told.
Seite 350 - Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, To see a fine lady upon a white horse; Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, And she shall have music wherever she goes.