Scraps. [An anthology, ed.] by H. Jenkinsesq Henry Jenkins 1864 |
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... hath ever been ; But his little heart's a fountain pure of kind and tender feeling ; And his every look's a gleam of light rich depths of love re- vealing . When he walks with me , the country folk , who pass us in the street , Will ...
... hath ever been ; But his little heart's a fountain pure of kind and tender feeling ; And his every look's a gleam of light rich depths of love re- vealing . When he walks with me , the country folk , who pass us in the street , Will ...
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... hath no sting , since the Saviour hath died . CONFIRMATION . YOUTHS and maidens , wherefore meet ye In this sacred house of prayer ? Come ye with glad hearts and willing , Jesus ' name and cross to share ? We come ere earthly sorrows ...
... hath no sting , since the Saviour hath died . CONFIRMATION . YOUTHS and maidens , wherefore meet ye In this sacred house of prayer ? Come ye with glad hearts and willing , Jesus ' name and cross to share ? We come ere earthly sorrows ...
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... Hath overcome the world , And his victorious banner This day we have unfurl'd , We may be flattered , tempted , Or buffeted and slain , But on the lov'd of Jesus , Earth smiles and frowns in vain . Youths and maidens , evil passions ...
... Hath overcome the world , And his victorious banner This day we have unfurl'd , We may be flattered , tempted , Or buffeted and slain , But on the lov'd of Jesus , Earth smiles and frowns in vain . Youths and maidens , evil passions ...
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esq Henry Jenkins. If His grace hath made you willing In His strength to " serve the Lord , " Earth shall be your scene of warfare , Heaven your rest , and your reward . J. T. , Churchman's Monthly Penny Mag . , Vol . i . , p . 130 ...
esq Henry Jenkins. If His grace hath made you willing In His strength to " serve the Lord , " Earth shall be your scene of warfare , Heaven your rest , and your reward . J. T. , Churchman's Monthly Penny Mag . , Vol . i . , p . 130 ...
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... hath gather'd and toil'd , But the mother's cares are all for her child . Hast thou gone with the traveller Thought afar , From pole to pole , and from star to star ? Thou hast - but on ocean , earth or sea , The heart of a mother has ...
... hath gather'd and toil'd , But the mother's cares are all for her child . Hast thou gone with the traveller Thought afar , From pole to pole , and from star to star ? Thou hast - but on ocean , earth or sea , The heart of a mother has ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Ajax Allan Water ancient Antony appear Ashton beauty blessed blood Boswell breath Brutus Cæsar called Canaan Cassius Christian Cominius conversation Cordelia Coriolanus dear death delight divine dost doth earth Egypt fair Falstaff father fear feel fire fool Garrick give grace hand happy hath hear heart heaven holy honour horse hour hyd y Iago Ivanhoe Jews Johnson Judea king labour lady land Lear light live look Lord Macbeth Mark Antony Master Menenius mind morning nature never night noble o'er observed Othello Pandarus passion Patroclus peace pleasure poor praise pray Prince Henry Ravenswood religion Scotland seems Shakspeare sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit sweet talk tears tell thee Thersites thine things thou art thou hast thought tion truth virtue voice walk word youth
Populiarios ištraukos
373 psl. - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
373 psl. - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
56 psl. - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
372 psl. - With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
298 psl. - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
54 psl. - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or' the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
427 psl. - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
44 psl. - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
328 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
229 psl. - More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...