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The name of an angel mentioned by the Jewish cabalists . He is represented by
Milton as one of the seraphim , who , when Satan tried to stir up a revolt among
the angels subordinate to his authority , alone and boldly withstood his traitorous
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The name of an angel mentioned by the Jewish cabalists . He is represented by
Milton as one of the seraphim , who , when Satan tried to stir up a revolt among
the angels subordinate to his authority , alone and boldly withstood his traitorous
...
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I charge thee , Aling away AMBITION : By that sin fell the angels . ... Angel . —
The accusing spirit , which flew up to heaven ' s chancery with the oath , blushed
as he gave it in ; and the recording ANGEL , as he wrote it down , dropped a tear
...
I charge thee , Aling away AMBITION : By that sin fell the angels . ... Angel . —
The accusing spirit , which flew up to heaven ' s chancery with the oath , blushed
as he gave it in ; and the recording ANGEL , as he wrote it down , dropped a tear
...
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Angels . But , sad as ANGELS for the good man ' s sin , Weep to record , and
blush to give it in . CAMPBELL , Pleasures of Hope . - ANGELS and ministers of
grace , defend us ! SHAKESPERE , Hamlet . - ANGELS are bright still , though
the ...
Angels . But , sad as ANGELS for the good man ' s sin , Weep to record , and
blush to give it in . CAMPBELL , Pleasures of Hope . - ANGELS and ministers of
grace , defend us ! SHAKESPERE , Hamlet . - ANGELS are bright still , though
the ...
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Holy angels guard thy BED ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling
on thy head . - - WATTS , Cradle Hymn . Bee . How doth the little busy BEE
Improve each shining hour , And gather honey all the day , From every opening
flower .
Holy angels guard thy BED ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling
on thy head . - - WATTS , Cradle Hymn . Bee . How doth the little busy BEE
Improve each shining hour , And gather honey all the day , From every opening
flower .
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When BRITAIN first , at Heaven ' s command Arose from out the azure main , This
was the charter of her land , And guardian angels sung the strain : Rule Britannia
! Britannia rules the waves ! Britons never shall be slaves . — THOMSOX .
When BRITAIN first , at Heaven ' s command Arose from out the azure main , This
was the charter of her land , And guardian angels sung the strain : Rule Britannia
! Britannia rules the waves ! Britons never shall be slaves . — THOMSOX .
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Page 25 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in— glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.
Page 76 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Page 186 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do: Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 164 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 163 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
Page 130 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 173 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Page 107 - AWAKE, my St John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of Man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot ; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Page 93 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 139 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! 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 hope again.
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| Title | Carleton's Hand-book of Popular Quotations |
| Author | G.W. Carleton & Co |
| Publisher | G. W. Carleton & Company, 1877 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 2 Nov 2005 |
| Length | 340 pages |
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