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Page xii
... give , and the power it pretends to exert in the unseen world , where , high above a purgatory , crowded with myriads of sufferers , whom the Church , and the Church alone , can redeem from penal fire , and above tiers of angels , and ...
... give , and the power it pretends to exert in the unseen world , where , high above a purgatory , crowded with myriads of sufferers , whom the Church , and the Church alone , can redeem from penal fire , and above tiers of angels , and ...
Page xxv
... give an account of their higher souls , with what a triumphant brow shall our divine poet sit above and look down upon poor Homer , Virgil , Horace , Claudian , & c . , who had amongst them the ill luck to talk out a great part of their ...
... give an account of their higher souls , with what a triumphant brow shall our divine poet sit above and look down upon poor Homer , Virgil , Horace , Claudian , & c . , who had amongst them the ill luck to talk out a great part of their ...
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... GIVE TO CÆSAR - AND TO GOD . - MARK XII . All we have is God's , and yet Cæsar challenges a debt , Nor hath God a thinner share , Whatever Cæsar's payments are ; All is God's ; and yet ' tis true , All we have is Cæsar's too ; All is ...
... GIVE TO CÆSAR - AND TO GOD . - MARK XII . All we have is God's , and yet Cæsar challenges a debt , Nor hath God a thinner share , Whatever Cæsar's payments are ; All is God's ; and yet ' tis true , All we have is Cæsar's too ; All is ...
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... give fate some guess , These cradle - torments have their towardness . These purple buds of blooming death may be Erst the full stature of a fatal tree . And till my riper woes to age are come , This knife may be the spear's præludium ...
... give fate some guess , These cradle - torments have their towardness . These purple buds of blooming death may be Erst the full stature of a fatal tree . And till my riper woes to age are come , This knife may be the spear's præludium ...
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... All thy purple rivers meet . 2 Thy restless feet , they cannot go , For us and our eternal good , As they are wont ; what though ? They swim , alas ! in their own flood . 3 Thy hand to give thou canst not lift ; STEPS TO THE TEMPLE . 23.
... All thy purple rivers meet . 2 Thy restless feet , they cannot go , For us and our eternal good , As they are wont ; what though ? They swim , alas ! in their own flood . 3 Thy hand to give thou canst not lift ; STEPS TO THE TEMPLE . 23.
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Page xi - For contemplation he and valour form'd; For softness she, and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him...
Page xvi - Nor was the sublime more within their reach than the pathetic ; for they never attempted that comprehension and expanse of thought which at once fills the whole mind, and of which the first effect is sudden astonishment, and the second rational admiration. Sublimity is produced by aggregation, and littleness by dispersion. Great thoughts are always general, and consist in positions not limited by exceptions, and in descriptions not descending to minuteness.
Page 128 - An universal synod of all sweets ; By whom it is defined thus — That no perfume For ever shall presume To pass for odoriferous, But such alone whose sacred pedigree Can prove itself some kin, sweet Name ! to thee. Sweet Name ! in thy each syllable A thousand blest Arabias dwell ; A thousand hills of frankincense ; Mountains of myrrh and beds of spices, And ten thousand paradises, The soul that tastes thee takes from thence. How many unknown worlds there are Of comforts, which thou hast in keeping...
Page 244 - What well-advised ear regards What earth can say? Thy words are gold, but thy rewards Are painted clay : Thy cunning can but pack the cards, Thou canst not play : Thy game at weakest, still thou vy'st ; If seen, and then revy'd, deny'st : Thou art not what thou seem'st ; false world, thou ly'st. Thy tinsel bosom seems a mint Of new-coin'd treasure ; A paradise...
Page 345 - I love the sea, — she is my fellow-creature, My careful purveyor; she provides me store; She walls me round; she makes my diet greater; She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore: But, Lord of oceans, when compared with thee, What is the ocean or her wealth to me?
Page xii - Shrines ! where their vigils pale-eyed virgins keep; And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep ! Though cold like you, unmoved and silent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone. All is not Heaven's while Abelard has part ; Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ; Nor prayers nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain, Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain. Soon as thy letters trembling...
Page 29 - Both We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest, Bright dawn of our eternal Day ! We saw Thine eyes break from Their East, And chase the trembling shades away. We saw Thee : and we blest the sight, We saw Thee by Thine Own sweet light.
Page 76 - Doth tune the spheres, and make heaven's self look higher ; From this to that, from that to this he flies, Feels music's pulse in all her arteries ; Caught in a net which there Apollo spreads, His fingers struggle with the vocal threads; Following those little rills, he sinks into A sea of Helicon ; his hand does...
Page 232 - Therefore rejoice ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the Inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.
Page 51 - You'll find it yields To holy hands, and humble hearts, More swords and shields Than sin hath snares, or hell hath darts. Only be sure, The hands be pure, That hold these weapons and the eyes Those of turtles, chaste, and true, Wakeful, and wise.