Glimpses of England: Social, Political, Literary

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G.P. Putnam's sons, 1898 - 318 páginas
 

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Página 212 - STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Página 239 - I'll have a double quantity; for I am told Foote means to take me off, as he calls it, and I am determined the fellow shall not do it with impunity.
Página 71 - You cannot fight against the future. Time is on our side. The great social forces which move onwards in their might and majesty, and which the tumult of our debates does not for a moment impede or disturb — those great social forces are against you : they are marshalled on our side ; and the banner which we now carry in...
Página 60 - A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air...
Página 163 - Oh, it is a dismal chapter all that, if one went into it, — what has been done by rushing after fine speech ! I have written down some very fierce things about that, perhaps considerably more emphatic than I could now wish them to be ; but they were and are deeply my conviction [Hear, hear\.
Página 212 - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by ! — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he.— O, lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! 9th November, 1833 REMORSE.
Página 273 - Divers of these colonies," exclaims that fiery agitator, "are well settled, not as the common people of England imagine, with a mongrel mixture of English, Indian, and negro, but with free-born British white subjects...
Página 109 - has not the fine manners of Sophocles : but," she adds good-humoredly, " the movers and masters of our souls have surely a right to throw out their limbs as carelessly as they please, on the world that belongs to them, and before the creatures they have animated."* Manners require time, as nothing is more vulgar than haste.
Página 41 - HERE'S not a bird with lonely nest, In pathless wood or mountain crest, Nor meaner thing, which does not share, O God, in Thy paternal care. 2. Each barren crag, each desert rude, Holds Thee within its solitude; And Thou dost bless the wanderer there, Who makes his solitary prayer.
Página 71 - ... carry in this fight, though perhaps at some moment it may droop over our sinking heads, yet it soon again will float in the eye of Heaven, and it will be borne by the firm hands of the united people of the three kingdoms, perhaps not to an easy, but to a certain, and to a not far distant, victory.

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