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Page 382 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So, calm are we when passions are no more! For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that time has made; Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, As they draw near to their eternal home.
Page 331 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know. But when the moon their hollows lights, And they are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens, on starry nights, The nightingales divinely sing; And lovely notes, from shore to shore, Across the sounds and channels pour — Oh!
Page 331 - Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know. But when the moon their hollows lights, And they are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens, on starry nights, The nightingales divinely sing; And lovely notes, from shore to shore, Across the sounds and channels pour — Oh! then a longing like despair Is to their farthest caverns sent; For surely once, they feel, we were Parts of a single continent...
Page 368 - Le faux est toujours fade, ennuyeux, languissant; Mais la nature est vraie , et d'abord on la sent : C'est elle seule en tout qu'on admire et qu'on aime.
Page 328 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 414 - Take them away. Lear, Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught thee? He, that parts us, shall bring a brand from heaven, And fire us hence, like foxes.
Page 394 - Tuscis aequoribus sacra natosque maturosque patres pertulit Ausonias ad urbes, duris ut ilex tonsa bipennibus nigrae feraci frondis in Algido, per damna, per caedes ab ipso ducit opes animumque ferro.
Page 368 - Cessons de nous flatter. Il n'est esprit si droit Qui ne soit imposteur et faux par quelque endroit. Sans cesse on prend le masque, et, quittant la nature.
Page 356 - ... the three angles of a triangle are together equal to two right angles, although it is not known to all.
Page 412 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me?

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