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... hour long . Seventy years of life means a great deal to you ; how little , comparatively , to the dweller in these cloisters ! You will have seen a city grow up about you , perhaps ; your whole world will have been changed half a dozen ...
... hour long . Seventy years of life means a great deal to you ; how little , comparatively , to the dweller in these cloisters ! You will have seen a city grow up about you , perhaps ; your whole world will have been changed half a dozen ...
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They had , therefore , something in mind very different from sitting for an hour in presence of a dozen students , hearing them recite a lesson , saying then , " Ite , missa est , " and departing all , every man to his own way . They ...
They had , therefore , something in mind very different from sitting for an hour in presence of a dozen students , hearing them recite a lesson , saying then , " Ite , missa est , " and departing all , every man to his own way . They ...
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... hour a week it is two shillings sixpence , for those of two hours it is four shillings . The drawing - classes are a trifle more costly , because the room for drawing is kept open ready for prac- tice - work every evening in the week ...
... hour a week it is two shillings sixpence , for those of two hours it is four shillings . The drawing - classes are a trifle more costly , because the room for drawing is kept open ready for prac- tice - work every evening in the week ...
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... hour . I am sure , that , had it been in my pow- er , I should have dropped in often , - so pleasant was it to watch the modest work of the place , and the energy of the crowd- ed rooms , and so new to me the aspects of English life it ...
... hour . I am sure , that , had it been in my pow- er , I should have dropped in often , - so pleasant was it to watch the modest work of the place , and the energy of the crowd- ed rooms , and so new to me the aspects of English life it ...
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... hour of its end , — and with some lingering remains of native modes- ty , I waited for another occasion , -a morrow which never came , — before put- ting myself under Mr. Ruskin's volunteer tuition . But I tell the story to illustrate ...
... hour of its end , — and with some lingering remains of native modes- ty , I waited for another occasion , -a morrow which never came , — before put- ting myself under Mr. Ruskin's volunteer tuition . But I tell the story to illustrate ...
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Página 271 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Página 400 - Latin — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre ; graced indeed since by the use of some famous modern poets, carried away by custom, but much to their own vexation, hindrance, and constraint to express many things otherwise, and for the most part worse, than else they would have expressed them.
Página 25 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 339 - He giveth His beloved, sleep." For me, my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose Who giveth His beloved, sleep. And friends, dear friends, when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, " Not a tear must o'er her fall ! He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 108 - I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words, And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Página 62 - To interrupt, sidelong he works his way. As when a ship by skilful steersman wrought Nigh river's mouth or foreland, where the wind Veers oft, as oft so steers, and shifts her sail ; So varied he, and of his tortuous train Curl'd many a wanton wreath in sight of Eve, To lure her eye...
Página 298 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea, And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea ; And life in rare and beautiful forms Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the waves his own...
Página 214 - That king James II, having endeavored to subvert the constitution of the kingdom by breaking the original contract between king and people, and by the advice of Jesuits and other wicked persons having violated the fundamental laws, and having withdrawn himself out of the kingdom, has abdicated the government, and that the throne is vacant." Also: "That it hath been found by experience to be inconsistent with the safety and welfare of this Protestant kingdom to be governed by a popish prince.
Página 332 - WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare not cry, Aches round you like a strong disease and new — What hope ? what help ? what music will undo That silence to your sense ? Not friendship's sigh, Not reason's subtle count; not melody Of viols, nor of pipes that Faunus blew; Not songs of poets, nor of nightingales Whose hearts leap upward through the cypress-trees To the clear moon; nor yet the spheric laws Self-chanted,...
Página 552 - Rough are the steps, slow-hewn in flintiest rock, States climb to power by ; slippery those with gold Down which they stumble to eternal mock : No chafferer's hand shall long the sceptre hold, Who, given a Fate to shape, would sell the block. " We sing old Sagas, songs of weal and woe, Mystic because too cheaply understood ; Dark sayings are not ours ; men hear and know, See Evil weak, see strength alone in Good, Yet hope to stem God's fire with walls of tow.