Poems (Google eBook)

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T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - 231 pages
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Page 44 - And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.
Page 45 - And I looked, and behold a pale horse : and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword,- and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
Page 49 - Verily, I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall in no wise enter therein.
Page 44 - And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword.
Page 45 - And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.
Page 150 - Se vuoi campar d' esto loco selvaggio : Che questa bestia, per la qual tu gride, Non lascia altrui passar per la sua via, Ma tanto lo impedisce, che 1' uccide : E ha natura si malvagia e ria, Che mai non empie la bramosa voglia, E dopo il pasto ha più fame che pria. Molti son gli animali, a cui s' ammoglia, E più saranno ancora, infin che il Veltro Verrà, che la farà morir di doglia.
Page 21 - If a man has pains in his head, cholics in his bowels, or spots in his clothes, he may here meet with proper cures and remedies. If a man would recover a wife or a horse that is stolen or strayed ; if he wants new sermons, electuaries, asses...
Page 173 - I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Page 63 - Scorning surprise. Or could we break our way By force, and at our heels all hell should rise With blackest insurrection to confound Heaven's purest light, yet our great Enemy All incorruptible would on his throne Sit unpolluted ; and the ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious.
Page 52 - History strictly so called follows the drama; fiction now ceases, and invention consists only in selecting and fixing with dignity, precision, and sentiment the movements of reality. Suppose that the artist choose the death of Germanicus,—he is not to give us the highest images of general grief which impress the features of a people or a family at the death of a beloved chief or father, for this would be epic imagery; we should have Achilles, Hector, Niobe.

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