Historical Pictures of the Middle Ages, in Black and White

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Longman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1846
 

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Page 79 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Page 224 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made and like a living grave Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Page 224 - And then there was a little isle, (>) Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view ; A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 286 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 222 - gainst tears, and hers would crave The life she lived in ; but the judge was just, And then she died on him she could not save. Their tomb was simple, and without a bust, And held within their urn one mind, one heart, one dust.
Page 144 - Roman million's blame or praise Was death or life, the playthings of a crowd, My voice sounds much and fall the stars' faint rays On the arena void seats crush'd walls bow'd And galleries, where my steps seem echoes strangely loud.
Page 286 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Page 305 - Then I said, I shall die in my nest, and I shall multiply my days as the sand. 19 My root was spread out by the waters, and the dew lay all night upon my branch. 20 My glory was fresh in me, and my bow was renewed in my hand.
Page 305 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me ; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness* to me : because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me : and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Page 306 - After my words they spake not again ; And my speech dropped upon them. And they waited for me as for the rain ; And they opened their mouth wide as for the latter rain.

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