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Page 48 - The unwritten laws of God that know not change. They are not of to-day nor yesterday, But live forever, nor can man assign When first they sprang to being.
Page 316 - The religious feeling of the Greeks considered the god to be planted or domiciliated where his statue stood, so that the companionship, sympathy, and guardianship of Hermes became associated with most of the manifestations of conjunct life at Athens, political, social, commercial, or gymnastic.
Page 31 - Lord and King, To Thee this boast we owe, For first in these our streets Thou to the untamed horse Did'st use the conquering bit: And here the well-shaped oar, By skilled hands deftly plied, Still leapeth through the sea, Following in wondrous guise, The fair Nereids with their hundred feet.
Page 47 - And speech, and thought as swift as wind, And tempered mood for higher life of states, These he has learnt, and how to flee Or the clear cold of frost unkind, Or darts of storm and shower, Man all-providing.
Page 31 - Cephisus' wandering streams; They fail not from their spring, but evermore, Swift-rushing into birth, Over the plain they sweep, The land of broad, full breast, With clear and stainless wave: Nor do the Muses in their minstrel choirs, Hold it in slight esteem, Nor Aphrodite with her golden reins.
Page 22 - There lives an old saw. framed in ancient days, In memories of men, that high estate Full-grown brings forth its young, nor childless dies, But that from good success Springs to the race a woe insatiable. But I, apart from all, Hold this my creed alone : For impious act it is that offspring breeds Like to their parent stock...
Page 235 - For while collectively they gave her their lives, individually they received that renown which never grows old, and the most distinguished tomb they could have ; not so much that in which they are laid, as that in which their glory is left behind them, to be everlastingly recorded son every occasion for doing so, either by word or deed, that may from time to time present itself.
Page 234 - But of these men there was none that either was made a coward by his wealth, from preferring the continued enjoyment of it; or shrank from danger through a hope suggested by poverty, namely, that he might yet escape it, and grow rich; but conceiving that vengeance on their foes was more to be desired than these objects, and at the same time regarding this as the most glorious of hazards, they wished by risking it to be avenged on their enemies, and so to aim at procuring those advantages; committing...
Page 235 - On the other hand, if I must say anything on the subject of female excellence to those of you who will now be in widowhood, it will be all comprised in this brief exhortation. Great will be your glory in not falling short of your natural character; and greatest will be hers who is least talked of among the men whether for good or for bad.
Page 30 - Of all the land far famed for goodly steeds, Thou com'st, O stranger, to the noblest spot, Colonos, glistening bright, "• Where evermore, in thickets freshly green, The clear-voiced nightingale Still haunts, and pours her song, By purpling ivy hid, And the thick leafage sacred to the God...