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Página 5884 - Life's night begins: let him never come back to us! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again!
Página 5897 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Página 6169 - No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword : No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May : No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.
Página 6231 - They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea : But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee.
Página 5945 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Página 6010 - During the years of scarcity at the end of the last and beginning of the present century...
Página 5892 - The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, or whither it goeth, so is every one that is born of the spirit.
Página 6013 - Ye distant spires ! ye antique towers ! That crown the watery glade -Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade...