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Página 178 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 177 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Página 10 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun' Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Página 177 - Or vice ; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise ; Nor rules of state, but rules of good: Who hath his life from rumours freed, Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great. Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend...
Página 156 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully glutted my vengeance: for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Página 37 - O they rade on, and farther on, And they waded through rivers aboon the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk mirk night, and there was nae stern light,' And they waded through red blude to the knee ; For a' the blude that's shed on earth Rins through the springs o
Página 65 - He helped in the building of the new structure of Lincoln's Inn, when, having a trowel in his hand, he had a book in his pocket.
Página 154 - ... attack from the whites. Cresap and his party concealed themselves on the bank of the river, and the moment the canoe reached the shore, singled out their objects, and at one fire killed every person in it.
Página 156 - The melancholy history of Logan must be dismissed with no relief to its gloomy colors. He was himself a victim to the same ferocious cruelty which had already rendered him a desolate man. Not long after the treaty a party of whites murdered him, as he was returning from Detroit to his own country.
Página 57 - Academy, for the purpose of purchasing " works of fine art of the highest merit in painting and sculpture," but only such as shall have been entirely executed "within the shores of Great Britain • " the " wish and intention " of the artist being " that the works of art so purchased shall be collected for the purpose of forming and establishing a public national collection of British art in painting and sculpture.