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Pagina 10
... rest , Always from port withheld , always distress'd , - Me , howling blasts drive devious , tempest - toss'd , Sails ripp'd , seams opening wide , and compass lost , And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant ...
... rest , Always from port withheld , always distress'd , - Me , howling blasts drive devious , tempest - toss'd , Sails ripp'd , seams opening wide , and compass lost , And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant ...
Pagina 11
... rest - or , in other words , the great supply of any article of exchange is always sure to bring down the price of it . On the other hand , let the same article have been sparingly brought into the market , insomuch that , among the ...
... rest - or , in other words , the great supply of any article of exchange is always sure to bring down the price of it . On the other hand , let the same article have been sparingly brought into the market , insomuch that , among the ...
Pagina 17
... rests it upon contract , and announces its end to be the security of property ; Penn , far from going back to Adam , or even to Noah , declares that " there must be a people before a government , " and , deducing the right to institute ...
... rests it upon contract , and announces its end to be the security of property ; Penn , far from going back to Adam , or even to Noah , declares that " there must be a people before a government , " and , deducing the right to institute ...
Pagina 18
... rest on property , -Penn did not despair of humanity , and , though all history and experience denied the sovereignty of the people , dared to cherish the noble idea of man's capacity for self - government . Conscious that there was no ...
... rest on property , -Penn did not despair of humanity , and , though all history and experience denied the sovereignty of the people , dared to cherish the noble idea of man's capacity for self - government . Conscious that there was no ...
Pagina 22
... rest of his doctrine for such too , or else his autho- rity ceases ; and so no more is to be received from him , or any of the sages of old , for parts of the law of nature , as carrying with it an obligation to be obeyed , but what ...
... rest of his doctrine for such too , or else his autho- rity ceases ; and so no more is to be received from him , or any of the sages of old , for parts of the law of nature , as carrying with it an obligation to be obeyed , but what ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Pagina 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Pagina 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Pagina 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Pagina 57 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Pagina 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Pagina 59 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Pagina 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Pagina 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Pagina 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.