Scenes from the life of the first Benedictines [dramatic sketches, in verse, by A.J. Terrot].

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Remington and Company, 1877 - Religious drama - 194 pages

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Page 103 - Wherefore if thy hand or thy foot offend thee, cut them off, and cast them from thee : it is better for thee to enter into life halt or maimed, rather than having two hands or two feet to be cast into everlasting fire.
Page 165 - Glories Of human greatness are but pleasing dreams And shadows soon decaying: on the stage Of my mortality my youth hath acted , Some scenes of vanity, drawn out at length By varied pleasures...
Page 11 - I should live to see you the world's wonder, So happy, great, and good that none were like you. While I, from busy life and care set free, Had spent the evening of my age at home, Among a little prattling race of yours : There, like an old man, talk'd a-while, and then Laid down and slept in peace. Instead of this, Sorrow and shame must bring me to my grave
Page 171 - Into a pretty anger, that a bird, Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect practice ; To end the controversy, in a rapture Upon his instrument he plays so swiftly So many voluntaries, and so quick That there was curiosity and cunning, Concord in discord, lines of differing method Meeting in one full centre of delight.
Page 22 - tis and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live freely, and all die, Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place.
Page 123 - Whose sides are flow'ry, and whose meadows fair, Meets in his course a subterranean void; There dips his silver head, again to rise, And, rising, glide through flow'rs and meadows new; So shall Oi'leus, in those happier fields Where never tempests roar, nor humid clouds In mists dissolve, nor white-descending flakes Of winter violate th...
Page 19 - Her eye did seem to labour with a tear, Which suddenly took birth, but, overweigh'd With its own swelling, dropp'd upon her bosom, Which, by reflection of her light, appear'd As Nature meant her sorrow for an ornament. After, her looks grew cheerful, and I saw A smile shoot graceful upward from her eyes, As if they had gained a victory o'er grief...
Page 3 - Whose hap and essence hangeth in the eye !), I leave both love and love's content at once, Betaking me to him that is true love, And leaving all the world for love of him. Lacy. Whence, Peggy, comes this metamorphosis ? What, shorn a nun, and I have from the court Posted with coursers to convey thee hence To Windsor, where our marriage shall be kept ! Thy wedding robes are in the tailor's hands.
Page 81 - Oh ! the good God of Gods, How blind is pride ! what eagles we are still In matters that belong to other men, What beetles in our own...
Page 10 - ... first, Returning from the wars, I took delight To rock thee in my target; when my girl Would kiss her father in his burganet Of glittering steel hung 'bout his armed neck, And, viewing the bright metal, smile to see Another fair Virginia smile on thee; When I first taught thee how to go, to speak ; And, when my wounds have smarted) I have sung, With an unskilful yet a willing voice, To bring my girl asleep.

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