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... March 29 . This is the state of man ; to - day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope , to - morrow blossoms , And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost , a ... March 29 . March 30 . 74 March 28 .
... March 29 . This is the state of man ; to - day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope , to - morrow blossoms , And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost , a ... March 29 . March 30 . 74 March 28 .
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angels Apqil April APRIL 25 Astrĉa Redux August August 29 beautiful blessed Book born bright Byron canst Canto Charity Charles Chaucer Cloth Extra Coloured Frontispiece Crown Octavo death December December 23 delight divine Don Juan doth Dryden English Excursion Faerie Queene Fame February February 18 feel flowers gentle glorious glory hast hath heart Heaven heavenly Hebquary honour Hope Hymne immortal Irish Melody January January 18 January 26 John July July 27 June Jung King light live Longfellow Lord March March 11 March 29 MARCUS WARD Marino Faliero mind Moral Essays muse never November November 11 November 23 o'er October October 11 Paradise Lost peace poems poet poet's Pope praise September September 27 Shakspere smile song soul Spenser spirit sweet Table Talk taught thee thine things thou thought Troylus and Cryseyde truth wele wise
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Page 7 - 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 58 - To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...
Page 62 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
Page 279 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 58 - 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 64 - The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes: The canker galls the infants of the spring, Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd; And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Page 98 - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 66 - There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out, For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful, and good husbandry : Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all ; admonishing, That we should 'dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself.
Page 68 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
Page 282 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.