Sketches and SnapshotsSmith, Elder, 1910 - 513 pàgines A collection of fifty-five essays on miscellaneous subjects. |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 53 - He is gone who seem'd so great. — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears a truer crown Than any wreath that man can weave him. Speak no more of his renown, Lay your earthly fancies down, And in the vast cathedral leave him, God accept him, Christ receive him...
Pàgina 461 - The lot is cast into the lap; but the whole disposing thereof is of the LORD.
Pàgina 161 - Who, with a toward or untoward lot, Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not— Plays, in the many games of life, that one Where what he most doth value must be won : Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray ; Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering: to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast...
Pàgina 101 - Our deeds still travel with us from afar, And what we have been makes us what we are.
Pàgina 3 - How much the greatest event it is that ever happened in the world ! and how much the best...
Pàgina 284 - Or will you, youths of England, make your country again a royal throne of kings ; a sceptred isle, for all the world a source of light, a centre of peace...
Pàgina 197 - I can never forget the inexpressible luxury and profaneness, gaming, and all dissoluteness, and as it were total forgetfulness of God (it being Sunday evening) which this day se'nnight I was witness of, the king sitting and toying with his concubines, Portsmouth...
Pàgina 480 - Wenceslas looked out, On the Feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, Deep, and crisp, and even: Brightly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gathering winter fuel. "Hither, page, and stand by me, If thou know'st it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence, Underneath the mountain; Right against the forest fence, By Saint Agnes
Pàgina 333 - Dubius is such a scrupulous good man ! Yes, you may catch him tripping if you can. He would not with a peremptory tone Assert the nose upon his face his own ; With hesitation admirably slow He humbly hopes, presumes, it may be so.
Pàgina 268 - He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool, flowery lap of earth, Smiles broke from us, and we had ease ; The hills were round us, and the breeze Went o'er the sunlit fields again ; Our foreheads felt the wind and rain. Our youth returned ; for there was shed On spirits that had long been dead, Spirits dried up and closely furled, The freshness of the early world.