The Trip to England

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Lee and Shepard, 1878 - 115 pagina's
 

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Pagina 100 - By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye ! who perchance behold this simple urn, Pass on— it honours none you wish to mourn : To mark a friend's remains these stones arise ; I never knew but one, — and here he lies.
Pagina 27 - Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong, the scornful ways, The painful patience in delays, Forget not yet ! Forget not ! O, forget not this ! — How long ago hath been, and is The mind that never meant amiss — Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved, The which so long hath thee so loved, Whose steadfast faith yet never moved : Forget not this ! Sir Thomas Wyat.
Pagina 6 - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demiparadise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Pagina 72 - First, I commend my soul into the hands of God my creator, hoping, and assuredly believing, through the only merits of Jesus Christ my Saviour, to be made partaker of life everlasting; and my body to the earth whereof it is made.
Pagina 66 - There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died.
Pagina 54 - Then maids and youths shall linger here, And while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest...
Pagina 6 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Pagina 27 - Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong, the scornful ways, The painful patience in delays, Forget not yet ! Forget not ! oh ! forget not this, How long ago hath been, and is The mind that never meant amiss. Forget not yet...
Pagina 112 - Whose life was, like the violet, sweet, As climbing jasmine, pure — As snowdrop on an infant's grave, Or lily heaving with the wave That feeds it and defends ; As Vesper, ere the star hath kissed The mountain top, or breathed the mist That from the vale ascends. Thou takest not away, O Death ! Thou strikest — absence perisheth, Indifference is no more ; The future brightens on our sight ; For on the past hath fallen a light That tempts us to adore.
Pagina 41 - We can nor lost friends nor sought foes recover, But meteor-like, save that we move not, hover. Only the calenture together draws Dear friends, which meet dead in great fishes...

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