Dublin University Magazine,A Literary and Political Journal VOL.LXX July to December,1867

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Seite 54 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Seite 333 - And he said, While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
Seite 213 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.
Seite 501 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Seite 501 - Was a lady such a lady, cheeks so round and lips so red, — On her neck the small face buoyant, like a bell-flower on its bed, O'er the breast's superb abundance where a man might base his head?
Seite 527 - Cursed be their anger, for it was fierce; and their wrath, for it was cruel: I will divide them in Jacob, and scatter them in Israel.
Seite 214 - HERE, Hermes, says Jove, who with nectar was mellow. Go fetch me some clay — I will make an odd fellow ! Right and wrong shall be jumbled,— much gold and some dross : Without cause be he...
Seite 495 - In process of the seasons have I seen; Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh which yet are green.
Seite 23 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Seite 213 - Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man ; As an actor, confest without rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line : Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art.

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