The Book of Sun-dials

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H. K. F. Eden, Eleanor Lloyd
Bell, 1900 - 529 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 208 - Assez de malheureux ici-bas vous implorent : Coulez, coulez pour eux ; Prenez avec leurs jours les soins qui les dévorent; Oubliez les heureux.
Pàgina 469 - WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Pàgina 434 - God's eternal store, to circumscribe This universe, and all created things. One foot he centred, and the other turned Round through the vast profundity obscure : And said, " Thus far extend, thus far thy bounds, This be thy just circumference, O world...
Pàgina 402 - O strong soul, by what shore Tarriest thou now? For that force, Surely, has not been left vain! Somewhere, surely, afar, In the sounding labour-house vast Of being, is practised that strength, Zealous, beneficent, firm!
Pàgina 260 - For occasion, as it is in the common verse, turneth a bald noddle, after she hath presented her locks in front, and no hold taken : or at least turneth the handle of the bottle first to be received, and after the belly, which is hard to clasp.
Pàgina 284 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Pàgina 497 - By turning the latter round to the right or to the left, as the case may be...
Pàgina 242 - For in his time the law did receive so sudden a perfection, that sir Matthew Hale does not scruple to affirm ', that more was done in the first thirteen years of his reign to settle and establish the distributive justice of the kingdom, than in all the ages since that time put together.
Pàgina 211 - And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
Pàgina 438 - What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.

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