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Page 186 - Let thy servant, I pray thee, turn back again, that I may die in mine own city, and be buried by the grave of my father and of my mother.
Page 1 - draw out the thread of their verbosity finer than the staple of their 'argument.
Page 199 - the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all science"; and what is a countenance without its expression?
Page 206 - But the pen that thus immortalizes the heavenly turnkeys on the bronze of its history is not a pen, but the key of ages. It opens to their names, not the gates of failing memory, which stamps shadows on masses of foam, but the gates of immortality.
Page 206 - Y de la erudición después lamido, Historia es culta, cuyo encanecido Estilo, si no métrico, peinado. Tres ya pilotos del bajel sagrado Hurta al tiempo y redime del olvido. Pluma pues que claveros celestiales Eterniza en los bronces de su historia, Clave es ya de los siglos, y no pluma.
Page 230 - The luster of thy crown was first in song. Now the dull weeds that spring by Stygian pool Were fitting wreath for thee. Land of the rule Of Arthurs, Edwards, Henries! Where are they? Their mother where, rejoicing in their sway, Firm in the strength of Faith? To lasting shame Condemned, thou guilty blame Of her who rules thee now.
Page 111 - If there was a favourable side of religious society, there is also. something to be said for the old nobility. There were certainly among them men, who entitled themselves to the praise of the Son of Sirach, as "leaders of the people by their counsels;" and many more, who were "rich men furnished with ability, living peaceably in their habitations." Those who had been to Salamanca were usually good Latin scholars, and sometimes picked up a little Greek.* To easy composition in verse they sometimes...
Page 133 - Sunne that ever shineth, And spirit of that special! Grace, That Faith and Love defineth. It is the warrant of the Word, That yeeld's a sent so sweet, As gives a power to Faith, to tread All false-hood under feete.
Page 222 - Glory waits on thy returning, John of Austria, to the sound Of the cannon's voice, and clarions, Heard these sea-girt isles around, Where all fiery red with slaughter Breaks the bubbling foam and spray ; Smouldering spars and turbans floating Crowd each cove and inland bay. Victory speak each blazing...