The Children's Bower; Or, What You Like, Band 2Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1858 |
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... called such , incurred from sanctity . What are the con- sequences ? Why , in spite of all their seeming virtues , " Men awless , lawless live , most hideous case ! Men , no more men , a God - contemning race * . ” Long grown - up ...
... called such , incurred from sanctity . What are the con- sequences ? Why , in spite of all their seeming virtues , " Men awless , lawless live , most hideous case ! Men , no more men , a God - contemning race * . ” Long grown - up ...
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... called politicians , temporizers , who measure all religion and conscience by utility ; and who , in regard to the worship of God , seem never to have heard of Him t . " Men of mature age and imagined wisdom , are apt also to consider ...
... called politicians , temporizers , who measure all religion and conscience by utility ; and who , in regard to the worship of God , seem never to have heard of Him t . " Men of mature age and imagined wisdom , are apt also to consider ...
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... bower they can learn from children to amend or modify their opinion , and learn , as a witty author says , that the concrete called " a good body " is * Overbury . worth a score of mean souls . Then that they XI . ] 13 OR , WHAT YOU LIKE .
... bower they can learn from children to amend or modify their opinion , and learn , as a witty author says , that the concrete called " a good body " is * Overbury . worth a score of mean souls . Then that they XI . ] 13 OR , WHAT YOU LIKE .
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... called positiveness , which neither you nor all the wits of the world will ever be able to shake . But truth has more than mortal enemies to fear ; and really I think there is no shutting one's eyes to the evidence which proves that it ...
... called positiveness , which neither you nor all the wits of the world will ever be able to shake . But truth has more than mortal enemies to fear ; and really I think there is no shutting one's eyes to the evidence which proves that it ...
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... called the mystic or intuitive sense of the truth of the ancient Christian religion , which sense children seem peculiarly to possess , and which it is often left for the fell serjeant death to convey to others . Childhood and death are ...
... called the mystic or intuitive sense of the truth of the ancient Christian religion , which sense children seem peculiarly to possess , and which it is often left for the fell serjeant death to convey to others . Childhood and death are ...
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Acheul admire affection ancient Augustin beauty brother called character child childhood and youth Children's Bower Christ Christian Church Cicero common conversation Cratylus dead death Divine Duc de Beauvilliers Duc de Saint-Simon Dugald Stewart elders eternal eyes fact faith fear feel genius Gorgias grace grave grown-up happy hear heard heart heaven holy honour human humble humility innocence instance instinct Julius Cæsar kind Lactantius laugh least lesson little John living look Louis XIV Melit mind nature never noble observe pass passion Père Boutauld perhaps persons philosophers Picus of Mirandula piety Plato pleasure poet poor pray prayer pride quæ regard religion remarks respect says St seems sense smile Socrates sorrow soul speak spirit Stones of Venice suffer sweet Tacitus talk tell thee thing thought tion true truth virtues wisdom wise wish words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 26 - Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired.
Seite 290 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Seite 240 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Seite 263 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 233 - I shall do so ; But I must also feel it as a man : I cannot but remember such things were , That were most precious to me. — Did heaven look on , And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff ! They were all struck for thee. Naught that I am , Not for their own demerits , but for mine , Fell slaughter on their souls.
Seite 241 - Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Seite 289 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle.
Seite 260 - He, the more fortunate ! yea, he hath finished ! For him there is no longer any future, His life is bright — bright without spot it was And cannot cease to be. No ominous hour Knocks at his door 'with tidings of mishap. Far off is he, above desire and fear ; No more submitted to the change and chance Of the unsteady planets. O 'tis well With him ! but who knows what the coming hour Veil'd in thick darkness brings for us ! Coun.
Seite 264 - Cold is thy brow, my son ! and I am chill. As to my bosom I have tried to press thee How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet ' My father ! ' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! The grave hath won thee.
Seite 241 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection,— But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.