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Acheron Æneid Anaxagoras atoms beneath blows body body's born bright burning cause Cicero clouds cold colour comes Cybele Dæmon darkness death Democritus disease dread e'er earth Ennius Epicurean Epicurus Etesian ether ev'n eyes Faerie Queen fall fear feel fire flame force formed frame gather Georgics give Gods grow hand heart heat heaven Heraclitus Hyrcania images immortal infinite lest light limbs living things Lucretius Memmius mighty Milton mind and soul moisture moon mortal motions move nature Nature's Nature's laws naught never night numbers o'er once Ovid Paradise Lost pass primal elements primal germs race round seeds sense Shakespeare shapes sleep smell soul sound space spring stirred stone storm stream strength strike strong sun's sure sweet thee thou touch trees turn Virgil voice void waves what's whence wild beasts wind words
Page xxii - The heaven, even the heavens, are the LORD'S : but the earth hath he given to the children of men. 17 The dead praise not the LORD, neither any that go down into silence.
Page 117 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Page 221 - So, take and use Thy work : Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim ! My times be in Thy hand ! Perfect the cup as planned ! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same ! A DEATH IN THE DESERT.
Page 207 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Page 114 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 164 - L'orgueilleuse a le cœur digne d'une couronne; La fourbe a de l'esprit, la sotte est toute bonne; La trop grande parleuse est d'agréable humeur, Et la muette garde une honnête pudeur. C'est ainsi qu'un amant dont l'ardeur est extrême, Aime jusqu'aux défauts des personnes qu'il aime.
Page 129 - HAMLET. Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel ? POLONIUS. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. HAMLET. Methinks it is like a weasel. POLONIUS. It is backed like a weasel. HAMLET. Or like a whale? POLONIUS. Very like a whale.
Page 269 - tis terrible no way — for consider, brother Toby, — when we are — death is not; — and when death is — we are not.