The Eclectic Museum of Foreign Literature, Science and Art, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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John Holmes Agnew, Eliakim Littell
E. Littell, 1843
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Page 477 - ... godliness hath promise of the life that now is," as well as of that which is to come.
Page 206 - Back darted Spurius Lartius; Herminius darted back: And, as they passed, beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack. But when they turned their faces, And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone, They would have crossed once more.
Page 207 - Curse on him!" quoth false Sextus; "Will not the villain drown? But for this stay, ere close of day We should have sacked the town ! " "Heaven help him!" quoth Lars Porsena. "And bring him safe to shore; For such a gallant feat of arms Was never seen before.
Page 403 - And the same John had his raiment of camel's hair, and a leathern girdle about his loins; and his meat was locusts and wild honey.
Page 448 - All those whom we have been accustomed to revere as Intellectual patriarchs, seemed children when compared with her; for Burke had sat up all night to read her writings, and Johnson had pronounced her superior to Fielding, when Rogers was still a schoolboy, and Southey still in petticoats.
Page 119 - ... silent heart, and where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have, thou seemest still mine own ; But there, I lay thee in thy grave — and I am now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, thou hast forgotten me ; And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart, in thinking, too, of thee : Yet there was round thee such a dawn of light ne'er seen before, As Fancy never could have drawn, and never can restore 1 7o.—GO, FORGET MB.—lTo^s.
Page 207 - And still his name sounds stirring Unto the men of Rome As the trumpet-blast that cries to them To charge the Volscian home, And wives still pray to Juno For boys with hearts as bold As his who kept the bridge so well In the brave days of old.
Page 174 - The tribute due To him, and aught that hides his clay From mortal view. Fresh as the flower, whose modest worth He sang, his genius "glinted...
Page 207 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank; But friends and foes, in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear. All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Page 172 - Action is transitory — a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle — this way or that — 'Tis done, and in the after vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed : Suffering is permanent, obscure, and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

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