Shakespeare's Shrine, an Indian Story, Essays and Poems

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Hamilton, 1866 - 236 páginas
 

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Página iv - 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.
Página i - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again ; The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Página 5 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Página 4 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 232 - Many widows were in Israel in the days of Elias, when the heaven was shut up three years and six months, when great famine was throughout all the land...
Página 127 - On the demise of a person of eminence, it is confidently averred that he had a hand "open as day to melting charity," and that "take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Página 214 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Página 231 - A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house." And he did not many mighty works there because of their unbelief.
Página iii - s there, Then hiltie skiltie, we gae scrievin', And fash nae mair. troublo Leeze me on rhyme ! it 's aye a treasure, My chief, amaist my only pleasure, At hame, a-fiel...
Página 226 - AN exception to the rule that "a prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house...

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