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... senses ? Hath not he given you reason ? And as whom did he bring you here ? Was it not as a mortal ? Was it not as one to live , with a little portion of flesh , upon earth , and to see his administration ; to behold the spectacle with ...
... senses ? Hath not he given you reason ? And as whom did he bring you here ? Was it not as a mortal ? Was it not as one to live , with a little portion of flesh , upon earth , and to see his administration ; to behold the spectacle with ...
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... sense of his former miseries and pains as he that is most blessed in common Opinion hath of his forepast pleasures and delights . For whatsoever is cast behind us is just nothing ; and what is to come , deceitful hope hath it . Omnia ...
... sense of his former miseries and pains as he that is most blessed in common Opinion hath of his forepast pleasures and delights . For whatsoever is cast behind us is just nothing ; and what is to come , deceitful hope hath it . Omnia ...
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... sense of giving voice to thoughts and emotions not his own . On the other hand , Wordsworth declared that in the sonnets the poet had " unlocked his heart " ; and we find Dr. Dowden writing- " With Wordsworth , Sir Henry Taylor , and Mr ...
... sense of giving voice to thoughts and emotions not his own . On the other hand , Wordsworth declared that in the sonnets the poet had " unlocked his heart " ; and we find Dr. Dowden writing- " With Wordsworth , Sir Henry Taylor , and Mr ...
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... sense tels us we have some pleasure heere ; and we have not faith to assure us of more pleasure above ; and hence we settle our- selves to the present , with neglect of the future , though infinitely more excellent ; the heart followes ...
... sense tels us we have some pleasure heere ; and we have not faith to assure us of more pleasure above ; and hence we settle our- selves to the present , with neglect of the future , though infinitely more excellent ; the heart followes ...
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... sense or judgment , save in view of that point which ought to be our end and aim.1 We need no great elevation of soul to under- stand that here is no true and solid satisfaction , that all our pleasures are but vanity , our evils ...
... sense or judgment , save in view of that point which ought to be our end and aim.1 We need no great elevation of soul to under- stand that here is no true and solid satisfaction , that all our pleasures are but vanity , our evils ...
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Page 27 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end, Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 192 - I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last!
Page 98 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Page 176 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul ? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams ? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Page 23 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Page 29 - Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Page 33 - Death, be not proud though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Page 228 - O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge men's search To vaster issues.
Page 176 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 32 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.