A grammar of the English tongue

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Página 135 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Página 137 - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit...
Página 150 - The Sun to me is dark And silent as the Moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life, And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the Soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as the eye confined?
Página 139 - Unbetray'd by faithless man ; Where a tyrant never trod, Where a slave was never known, But where Nature worships GOD In the wilderness alone ; — Thither, thither would I roam ; There my children may be free : I for them will find a home, They shall find a grave for me. Though my fathers' bones afar In their native land repose, Yet beneath the twilight star Soft on mine the turf shall close.
Página 145 - With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.
Página 152 - Man, like the generous vine, supported lives ; The strength he gains is from th' embrace he gives. On their own axis as the planets run, Yet make at once their circle round the sun ; So two consistent motions act the soul, And one regards itself, and one the whole.
Página 152 - would not be adequate to the purpose of signature, if it had not the power to retain, as well as to receive the impression, the same holds of the soul, with respect to sense and imagination. Sense is its receptive power ; imagination, its retentive. Had it sense without imagination, it would not be as wax, but as water, where, though all impressions are instantly made, yet as soon as they are made, they are instantly lost.
Página 145 - O come, let us worship and fall down, and kneel before the Lord our Maker. For he is the Lord our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
Página 144 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Página 146 - Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright ; The shrieks of death, thro...

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