Arthur Hugh Clough: A Monograph

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G. Bell and sons, 1883 - 333 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 121 - The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep,— No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay.
الصفحة 60 - It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
الصفحة 62 - put me in mind of those heavenly airs which are played to the departing souls of good men upon their first arrival in Paradise, to wear out the impressions of the last agonies, and to qualify them for the pleasures of that place.'....
الصفحة 82 - Old things need not be therefore true,' O brother men, nor yet the new ; Ah ! still awhile the old thought retain, And yet consider it again ! ***** Alas ! the great world goes its way, And takes its truth from each new day ; They do not quit, nor can retain, Far less consider it again.
الصفحة 100 - on the fields, Here with the shepherds and the silly sheep ! Some life of men unblest He knew, which made him droop, and fill'd his head. He went; his piping took a troubled sound Of storms that rage outside our happy ground ; He could not wait their passing.
الصفحة 119 - keep myself pure, and zealous, and believing—labouring to do God's will, yet not anxious that it should be done by me, rather than by others, if God disapproves of my doing it.' 'What a midnight epitaph! How ominous and unconscious! How tender and sublime ! He woke next morning, between five and six, in pain. It was
الصفحة 134 - plain they join again, Together lead them home at last! One port, methought, alike they sought, One purpose hold where'er they fare. O, bounding breeze, O rushing seas, At last, at last, unite them there
الصفحة 238 - I said to myself, They may talk as they please about what they call pelf, They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking, But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking, How pleasant it is to have money, heigh ho ! How pleasant it is to have money.
الصفحة 11 - between them ? Are we to try and reconcile them, or judge between them ? May we escape from all the difficulty by a mere quotation, and pronounce with the shepherd of Virgil, ' Non nostrum inter vos tantas componere lites Et vitula tu dignus, et hic.
الصفحة 231 - There is no God,' the wicked saith, ' And truly it's a blessing, For what He might have done with us It's better only guessing.' ' There is no God, or if there is,' The tradesman thinks, ' 'twere funny If he should take it ill in me To make a little money.

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