The Rhyming Dictionary of the English Language: In which the Whole Language is Arranged According to Its Terminations : with a Copious Introduction to the Various Uses of the Work, and an Index of Allowable Rhymes, with Authorities for Their Usage from Our Best Poets

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G. Routledge, 1902 - 720 pagina's
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Pagina xiv - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Pagina xiv - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Pagina ix - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
Pagina 681 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Pagina xi - Descries athwart the abyss of night, The dawn of uncreated light. Night is the time to pray; Our Saviour oft withdrew To desert mountains far away, So will his followers do; Steal from the throng to haunts untrod, And hold communion there with God.
Pagina xv - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Pagina x - Thro' prosperous floods his holy urn. All night no ruder air perplex Thy sliding keel, till Phosphor, bright As our pure love, thro' early light Shall glimmer on the dewy decks. Sphere all your lights around, above; Sleep, gentle heavens, before the prow ; Sleep, gentle winds, as he sleeps now, My friend, the brother of my love; My Arthur, whom I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run; Dear as the mother to the son, More than my brothers are to me.
Pagina vii - A good man ther was of religioun, That was a poure PERSONE of a toun: But riche he was of holy thought and werk. He was also a lerned man, a clerk, . That Cristes gospel trewely wolde preche. His parishens devoutly wolde he teche. Benigne he was, and wonder diligent, And in adversite ful patient: And swiche he was ypreved often sithes.
Pagina viii - Th' eternal calm wherewith the tomb was bound ; Among the sleeping dead alone He woke. And blessed with outstretched hands the host around. Well is it that such blessing hovers here. To soothe each sad survivor of the throng, Who haunt the portals of the solemn sphere, And pour their woe the loaded air along. They to the verge have followed what they love. And on th' insuperable threshold stand ; With cherished names its speechless calm reprove.
Pagina xvi - OF old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united. If our landlord supplies us with beef and with fish, Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish...

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