The Nineteenth Century, 6±Ç

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Henry S. King & Company, 1879

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675 ÆäÀÌÁö - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
221 ÆäÀÌÁö - Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do : Though all that I can do, is nothing worth ; Since that my penitence comes after all, Imploring pardon.
149 ÆäÀÌÁö - For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass : for he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.
450 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bound to thy service with unceasing care, The mind's least generous wish a mendicant For nought but what thy happiness could spare. Speak — though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold Than a forsaken bird's-nest filled with snow 'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine — Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know ! TO BR HAYDON, ON SEEING HIS PICTURE OF NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE ON THE ISLAND OF ST.
425 ÆäÀÌÁö - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - Brethren, in the Primitive Church there was a godly discipline, that, at the beginning of Lent, such persons as stood convicted of notorious sin were put to open penance, and punished in this world, that their souls might be saved in the day of the Lord; and that others, admonished by their example, might be the more afraid to offend.
466 ÆäÀÌÁö - I, once gone, to all the world must die : The earth can yield me but a common grave. When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read ; And tongues to be, your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead ; You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen) Where breath most breathes, — even in the mouths of men.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - And note, that every Parishioner shall communicate at the least three times in the year, of which Easter to be one.
450 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why art thou silent ? Is thy love a plant Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air Of absence withers what was once so fair ? Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant ? Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant, Bound to thy service with unceasing care — The mind's least generous wish a mendicant For nought but what thy happiness could spare. Speak ! — though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold Than...
213 ÆäÀÌÁö - That an humble address be presented to her Majesty, praying that she will be graciously pleased to...

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