Conversations at CambridgeJ.W. Parker, 1836 - 292 pages |
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... doth preach our funeral sermon , and calls us to look how the old sexton , Time , throws up the earth and digs a grave , where we must lay our sins or our sorrows , and sow our bodies till they rise again in a fair or an intolerable ...
... doth preach our funeral sermon , and calls us to look how the old sexton , Time , throws up the earth and digs a grave , where we must lay our sins or our sorrows , and sow our bodies till they rise again in a fair or an intolerable ...
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... doth fall . And in the night - time , round our bed , When old familiar friends are flown , Thy arm uplifts our aching head , Our half - breathed words to Thee are known . We grieve not that in former years— Poor players on sin's ...
... doth fall . And in the night - time , round our bed , When old familiar friends are flown , Thy arm uplifts our aching head , Our half - breathed words to Thee are known . We grieve not that in former years— Poor players on sin's ...
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... doth Summer e'er depart From its quiet home of song . Through the shady alders look , Where the moonlight gilds the ground , See the limpid village brook , Journeying on with pleasant sound . In the cloudiest Winter night , It floweth ...
... doth Summer e'er depart From its quiet home of song . Through the shady alders look , Where the moonlight gilds the ground , See the limpid village brook , Journeying on with pleasant sound . In the cloudiest Winter night , It floweth ...
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... our religious duties , albeit to them doth its peculiar application belong . The arm that hurled the stone into the brain of the Philistine had not been hardened by twenty Summers . My friend ! let us follow 74 COWLEY , AND.
... our religious duties , albeit to them doth its peculiar application belong . The arm that hurled the stone into the brain of the Philistine had not been hardened by twenty Summers . My friend ! let us follow 74 COWLEY , AND.
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... enough to # Theorbo , an improvement of the French lute , from the Italian Tiorba . See an engraving of one in Hawkins's History of Music , Vol . iv . , p . 110 . love * -how much more sharply doth care dwell in HIS FRIEND HERVEY . 75.
... enough to # Theorbo , an improvement of the French lute , from the Italian Tiorba . See an engraving of one in Hawkins's History of Music , Vol . iv . , p . 110 . love * -how much more sharply doth care dwell in HIS FRIEND HERVEY . 75.
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Page 23 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 182 - Relieve my languish, and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth: Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn, Without the torment of the night's untruth. Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires, To model forth the passions of the morrow; Never let rising sun approve you liars, To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow: Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, And never wake to feel the day's...
Page 110 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Page 193 - O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what Nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Page 149 - For men have entered into a desire of learning and knowledge, sometimes upon a natural curiosity and inquisitive appetite; sometimes to entertain their minds with variety and delight ; sometimes for ornament and reputation ; and sometimes to enable them to victory of wit and contradiction ; and most times for lucre and profession ; and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason, to the benefit and use of men...
Page 63 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.
Page 190 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Page 183 - ... part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, — Now if thou would'st, when...
Page 261 - To be of no Church is dangerous. Religion, of which the rewards are distant, and which is animated only by Faith and Hope, will glide by degrees out of the mind, unless it be invigorated and reimpressed by external ordinances, by stated calls to worship, and the salutary influence of example.
Page 149 - If therefore ye be loath to dishearten utterly and discontent, not the mercenary crew of false pretenders to learning, but the free and ingenuous sort of such as evidently were born to study and love learning for itself, not for lucre or any other end but the service of God and of truth, and perhaps that lasting fame and perpetuity of praise which God and good men have consented shall be the reward of those whose published labours advance the good of mankind...