The Living Age ..., Svazek 2

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Littell, Son and Company, 1844
 

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Strana 199 - Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth understanding; for the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold.
Strana 190 - Out of whose womb came the ice? and the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it? The waters are hid as with a stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.
Strana 146 - That first excites desire, and then supplies ; Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame.
Strana 133 - When we got to Temple Bar he stopped me, pointed to the heads upon it, and slily whispered me, ' Forsitan et nostrum nomen miscebitur ISTIS.
Strana 62 - Good angels lead thee ! Set thy sails warily, Tempests will come ; Steer thy course steadily : Christian, steer home ! Look to the weather-bow, Breakers are round thee ; Let fall the plummet now, Shallows may ground thee. Reef in the foresail, there ! Hold the helm fast ! So — let the vessel wear — There swept the blast. "What of the night, watchman?
Strana 221 - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou are a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Strana 147 - And as he's running by, Follow him with my eye, Scarcely believing that — he is not there. I know his face is hid Under the coffin lid ; Closed are his eyes; cold is his forehead fair; My hand that marble felt ; O'er it in prayer I knelt ; Yet my heart whispers that — he is not there.
Strana 103 - Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap ; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them : how much more are ye better than the fowls?
Strana 85 - DRESSES AND DECORATIONS OF THE MIDDLE AGES, from the Seventh to the Seventeenth Centuries. 94 Plates, beautifully Coloured, a profusion of Initial Letters, and Examples of Curious Ornament, with Historical Introduction and Descriptive Text.
Strana 222 - Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave? How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings.

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