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Seite 221 - Less wretched now, and one day free; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day Was wither'd on the stalk away. Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Seite 41 - Then saith he unto me, See thou do it not: for I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren the prophets, and of them which keep the sayings of this book: worship God.
Seite 58 - Fear not the tyrants shall rule for ever, Or the priests of the bloody faith ; They stand on the brink of that mighty river, Whose waves they have tainted with death : It is fed from the depths of a thousand dells ; Around vhem it foams, and rages, and swells, And their swords and their sceptres I floating see, Like wrecks, in the surge of eternity.
Seite 60 - Sibyls say. What horror will invade the mind, When the strict Judge, who would be kind, Shall have few venial faults to find! The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall through the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground. Nature and Death shall, with surprise, Behold the pale offender...
Seite 91 - But, to return — and this I hold A secret worth its weight in gold To those who write, as I write now, Not to mind where they go, or how, VOL.
Seite 61 - I confess to Almighty God, to blessed Mary ever Virgin, to blessed Michael the Archangel, to blessed John the Baptist, to the Holy Apostles Peter and Paul, and to all the Saints, that I have sinned exceedingly in thought, word and deed, through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault.
Seite 165 - Yet more, the Depths have more ! What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies. — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main...
Seite 42 - Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy, our life, our sweetness, and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning, and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us, and after this, our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.
Seite 119 - Yes, I know, When such as thou, with sacrilegious hand, Seize on the apostolic key of heaven, It then becomes a tool for crafty knaves To shut out virtue, and unfold those gates, That heaven itself had barred against the lusts Of avarice and ambition.
Seite 25 - And wears his colours Sav. In 's nose. [Aside. Y. Love. In the fragrant field. This is a traveller, sir, knows men and manners, And has plough'd up the sea so far, till both The poles have knock'd ; has seen the sun take coach, And can distinguish the colour of his horses, And their kinds ; and had a Flanders mare leap'd there. Sav. 'Tis much. Trav. I have seen more, sir. Sav. 'Tis even enough, o

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