The Children's Bower; Or, What You Like, Band 2Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1858 |
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... present . In this summer - house , then , very pretty and delightful , however resembling the seats that receive the youth of Cockayne upon a holiday , sheltered from the sharp winds of March , as in an Arcadian bower , and warm , even ...
... present . In this summer - house , then , very pretty and delightful , however resembling the seats that receive the youth of Cockayne upon a holiday , sheltered from the sharp winds of March , as in an Arcadian bower , and warm , even ...
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... present for piety . It is that spirit of rigour which makes the mind suffer , " leaving free things and happy shows behind , " - which grows indignant that there should be such a thing as youth and beauty , -which turns kindness into ...
... present for piety . It is that spirit of rigour which makes the mind suffer , " leaving free things and happy shows behind , " - which grows indignant that there should be such a thing as youth and beauty , -which turns kindness into ...
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... setting out . As he never made a parade of any thing , he had not even been to pay his court to Madame his * Carlyle , Past and Present . • " M. mother . He used to make a quantity of acts 18 [ CH . THE CHILDREN'S BOWER ;
... setting out . As he never made a parade of any thing , he had not even been to pay his court to Madame his * Carlyle , Past and Present . • " M. mother . He used to make a quantity of acts 18 [ CH . THE CHILDREN'S BOWER ;
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... present ascribed their deliverance to that action . But we must close this chapter . " Quæ mens est hodiè , cur eadem non puero fuit ? " Say rather , Would that I had still retained , or grant that I may yet recover , the mind of my ...
... present ascribed their deliverance to that action . But we must close this chapter . " Quæ mens est hodiè , cur eadem non puero fuit ? " Say rather , Would that I had still retained , or grant that I may yet recover , the mind of my ...
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... present , on whatever part of the globe you find yourself , where is no contention , no bitter controversy , no distracting discussions , where is no persuasion , no opinion , but faith ; and , from faith , peace which the world cannot ...
... present , on whatever part of the globe you find yourself , where is no contention , no bitter controversy , no distracting discussions , where is no persuasion , no opinion , but faith ; and , from faith , peace which the world cannot ...
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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.