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... was committed to her cus tody in the day ; and my heart is busy in examining my hands and mouth , and all other senses , of that day's behaviour . And now the evening is come , no tradesman doth more carefully take B 2 A GOOD MAN'S DAY . 3.
... was committed to her cus tody in the day ; and my heart is busy in examining my hands and mouth , and all other senses , of that day's behaviour . And now the evening is come , no tradesman doth more carefully take B 2 A GOOD MAN'S DAY . 3.
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... sense of mankind is capable of throwing on every subject , even in the elucidation of principles : but where principles are to be applied to practical uses it becomes absolutely necessary ; as all mankind have then an interest in their ...
... sense of mankind is capable of throwing on every subject , even in the elucidation of principles : but where principles are to be applied to practical uses it becomes absolutely necessary ; as all mankind have then an interest in their ...
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... senses . Thou dumb magician , ― [ Taking out a key ] -- that without a charm Didst make my entrance easy , to possess What wise men wish , and toil for ! Hermes ' moly , Sibylla's golden bough , the great elixir , Imagined only by the ...
... senses . Thou dumb magician , ― [ Taking out a key ] -- that without a charm Didst make my entrance easy , to possess What wise men wish , and toil for ! Hermes ' moly , Sibylla's golden bough , the great elixir , Imagined only by the ...
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... sense of joy to yield To the bare trees , and mountains bare , And grass in the green field . My sister ! ( ' tis a wish of mine ) Now that our morning meal is done , Make haste , your morning task resign ; Come forth and feel the sun ...
... sense of joy to yield To the bare trees , and mountains bare , And grass in the green field . My sister ! ( ' tis a wish of mine ) Now that our morning meal is done , Make haste , your morning task resign ; Come forth and feel the sun ...
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... waking hour in March ; -the cold north - east wind may permit no sense of joy " till April . But the opening of the year comes to the 66 Poet when he first hears the voice of gladness in 38 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
... waking hour in March ; -the cold north - east wind may permit no sense of joy " till April . But the opening of the year comes to the 66 Poet when he first hears the voice of gladness in 38 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
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Page 573 - O'erhang his wavy bed : Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing ; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Page 395 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Page 244 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 61 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — -and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how...
Page 227 - The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup : thou maintainest my lot. The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
Page 394 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Page 240 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth. by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Page 380 - For want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost; ' being overtaken and slain by the enemy, all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
Page 46 - If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain.
Page 61 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!