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Hazard, 1864 - English poetry - 452 pages
 

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Page 55 - And immediately I was in the spirit; and behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne ; and he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone ; and there was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like unto an emerald.
Page 305 - ANIMULA ! vagula, blandula, Hospes, comesque, corporis, Quae nunc abibis in- loca — Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nee, ut soles, dabis jocos...
Page 171 - And he set up the pillars in the porch of the temple : and he set up the right pillar, and called the name thereof Jachin : and he set up the left pillar, and called the name thereof Boaz.
Page 433 - We were here at once surprised and terrified by a sight surely one of the most magnificent in the world. In that vast expanse of desert, from W. to NW of us...
Page 104 - ... in his sin. SELECT not to nurse thy darling one that may taint his innocence, For example is a constant monitor, and good seed will die among the tares. The arts of a strange servant have spoiled a gentle disposition : Mother, let him learn of thy lips, and be nourished at thy breast. Character is mainly moulded by the cast of the minds that surround it...
Page 130 - Egyptians ; one displaced from its pedestal by enormous roots ; another locked in the close embrace of branches of trees, and almost lifted out of the earth ; another hurled to the ground, and bound down by huge vines and creepers ; and one standing, with its altar before it, in a grove of trees which grew around it, seemingly to shade and shroud it as a sacred thing ; in the solemn stillness of the woods, it seemed a divinity mourning over a fallen people.
Page 246 - Oh, hearken ! my tongue shall the riddle unseal, And mind shall be partner with heart, While thee to thyself I bid conscience reveal, And show thee how evil thou art : Remember thy follies, thy sins, and — thy crimes, How vast is that infinite debt ! Yet Mercy hath seven by seventy times Been swift to forgive and forget ! Brood not on insults or injuries old, For thou art injurious too, — Count not...
Page 272 - All for the best ! if a man would but know it ; Providence wishes us all to be blest ; This is no dream of the pundit or poet, Heaven is gracious, and — All's for the best...
Page 247 - Brood not on insults or injuries old, For thou art injurious too, — Count not their sum till the total is told, For thou art unkind and untrue : And if all thy harms are forgotten, forgiven, Now mercy with justice is met...
Page 236 - A little more sleep, a little more slumber, a little " more folding of the hands to sleep.

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