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... come near , he beheld the city , and wept over it . " Luke , xix . 41 . 3 " And as they did eat , he said , Verily , I say unto you , that one of you shall betray me . " . Matt . xxvi . 21. See also vers . 22 , & c . - 4 " And being in ...
... come near , he beheld the city , and wept over it . " Luke , xix . 41 . 3 " And as they did eat , he said , Verily , I say unto you , that one of you shall betray me . " . Matt . xxvi . 21. See also vers . 22 , & c . - 4 " And being in ...
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... come nigh Where the hope of your household lies . " The people hear , and they bow them low- Each to his house hath flown ; The lamb is slain , and with blood they go , And sprinkle the lintel - stone ; And the doors they close when the ...
... come nigh Where the hope of your household lies . " The people hear , and they bow them low- Each to his house hath flown ; The lamb is slain , and with blood they go , And sprinkle the lintel - stone ; And the doors they close when the ...
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... come , but no further , And here shall thy proud waves be stayed ! " - Barnes . - The Polar bear is all white , ex- cept the 10 PART I. SECOND POETICAL READING BOOK . CAMPBELL COLERIDGE COWPER The Immortality of the Soul.
... come , but no further , And here shall thy proud waves be stayed ! " - Barnes . - The Polar bear is all white , ex- cept the 10 PART I. SECOND POETICAL READING BOOK . CAMPBELL COLERIDGE COWPER The Immortality of the Soul.
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... Comes feebly up . Oh ! tell me , is this death ? Mother ! your hand— " Here - lay it on my wrist , And place the ... come . " I must be happy then , From pain and death you say I shall be free- That sickness 2 never enters there , and we ...
... Comes feebly up . Oh ! tell me , is this death ? Mother ! your hand— " Here - lay it on my wrist , And place the ... come . " I must be happy then , From pain and death you say I shall be free- That sickness 2 never enters there , and we ...
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... come soon ! " Morning spread over earth her rosy wings- And that meek sufferer , cold and ivory pale , Lay on his couch asleep ! The gentle air Came through the open window , freighted with The savoury odours of the early spring- He ...
... come soon ! " Morning spread over earth her rosy wings- And that meek sufferer , cold and ivory pale , Lay on his couch asleep ! The gentle air Came through the open window , freighted with The savoury odours of the early spring- He ...
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Page 100 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 24 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Page 81 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Page 67 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 118 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Page 34 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Page 35 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 89 - God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Page 68 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 101 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...