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Seite 88 - Oh, Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
Seite 39 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Seite 310 - WASHINGTON STREET, BOSTON, ANNUAL OF SCIENTIFIC DISCOVERY ; or, Year Book of Facts in Science and Art, exhibiting the most important Discoveries and Improvements in Mechanics, Useful Arts, Natural Philosophy, Chemistry, Astronomy, Meteorology, Zoology, Botany, Mineralogy, Geology, Geography, Antiquities, etc.
Seite 62 - Attractive, human, rational, love still: In loving thou dost well, in passion not, Wherein true love consists not. Love refines The thoughts, and heart enlarges ; hath his seat In reason, and is judicious ; is the scale By which to heavenly love thou may'st ascend, Not sunk in carnal pleasure: for which cause, Among the beasts no mate for thee was found.
Seite 315 - Minstrel. Channing's Essays. 2 vols. Chapone's Letters on the Mind. Coleridge's Ancient Mariner, &c. * Cowper's Poems. 2 vols. Elizabeth, or the Exiles of Siberia. Falconer's Shipwreck. Fenelon's Reflections. Gems of Anecdote. Gems of Wit and Humour. Gems from American Poets. Gems from Shakspeare. Gems of American Wit. Gems of British Poets— 1st Ser. Chaucer to Goldsmith. 2d „ Falconer to Campbell. 3d „ Living Authors. 4th „ Sacred. * Goldsmith's Vicar of Wakefield. Goldsmith's Essays. Goldsmith's...
Seite 62 - Of other creatures, as him pleases best, Wherever placed, let him dispose : joy thou In what he gives to thee, this Paradise And thy fair Eve. Heaven is for thee too high To know what passes there: be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee, and thy being: Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there live, in what state, condition or degree; Contented that thus far hath been reveal'd Not of earth only, but of highest heaven.
Seite 315 - Scott's Ivanhoe. Scott's Kenilworth. Scott's Lady of the Lake. Scott's Lay of the Last Minstrel. Scott's Marmion. Scott's Quentin Durward.
Seite 16 - ... roars for hours together, with white flame. To be sure the windows are not very tight, between broken panes, and bad joints, so that the fire, large as it is, is by no means an extravagant comfort. As night approaches, I have a huge pile of oak and hickory placed beside the hearth; I put out the tallow candle on the mantel, (using the family snuffers, with one leg...
Seite 297 - Christmas with the Poets : a Collection of English Poetry relating to the Festival of Christmas. Illustrated by Birket Foster, and with numerous initial letters and borders beautifully printed in gold and colours by Edmund Evans.
Seite 102 - I mean that boyish burning which belongs to every poor mortal's lifetime, and which bewilders him with the thought that he has reached the highest point of human joy, before he has tasted any of that bitterness from which alone our highest human joys have sprung. I mean the time when you cut initials with your jack-knife on the smooth bark of...