Littell's Living Age, Volume 234

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Living Age Company Incorporated, 1902 - Literature
 

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Page 663 - Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death: The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
Page 282 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Page 478 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 296 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city, boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a boundless depth, Far sinking into splendour without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed ; there, towers begirt With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars, illumination of all gems...
Page 479 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music,) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Page 297 - They shall not sit on the judges' seat, Nor understand the sentence of judgment: They cannot declare justice and judgment; And they shall not be found where parables are spoken. But they will maintain the state of the world, And all their desire is in the work of their craft.
Page 286 - For I trust if an enemy's fleet came yonder round by the hill, And the rushing battle-bolt sang from the three-decker out of the foam, That the smooth-faced snubnosed rogue would leap from his counter and till, And strike, if he could, were it but with his cheating yardwand, home.
Page 286 - And that true North, whereof we lately heard A strain to shame us : ' keep you to yourselves ; So loyal is too costly ! friends — your love Is but a burthen : loose the bond, and go.
Page 230 - O'er-top the stone where I shall lie, Though ill or well the world adjust My slender claim to honored dust, I shall not question or reply. I shall not see the morning sky; I shall not hear the night-wind sigh; I shall be mute, as all men must In after days! But yet, now living, fain were I That some one then should testify, Saying — "He held his pen in trust To Art, not serving shame or lust.
Page 285 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.

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