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Page 217 - Know ye not that they which run in a race, run all, but one receiveth the prize ? So run, that ye may obtain. And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown ; but we an incorruptible.
Page 21 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 349 - But thou dost slumber, and thy baby breast Is sunk in rest, Here in the cheerless brass-bound bark, Tossed amid starless night and pitchy dark. Nor dost thou heed the scudding brine Of waves that wash above thy curls so deep, Nor the shrill winds that sweep, — Lapped in thy purple robe's embrace, Fair little face!
Page 181 - O, happy mystic chorus, The blessed sunshine o'er us On us alone is smiling, In its soft sweet light: On us who strove for ever With holy, pure endeavour, Alike by friend and stranger To guide our steps aright.
Page 320 - Of those who at Thermopylae were slain, Glorious the doom, and beautiful the lot ; Their tomb an altar : men from tears refrain To honour them, and praise, but mourn them not Such sepulchre nor drear decay, Nor all-destroying time shall waste ; this right have they. Within their grave the home-bred glory Of Greece was laid ; this witness gives Leonidas the Spartan, in whose story A wreath of famous virtue ever lives."f $ 16.
Page 70 - Yet these are the precepts which taught The heroes of old to be hardy and bold, and the Men who at Marathon fought!
Page 28 - And fresh-cut vine leaves, who so glad as we? A wealth of elm and poplar shook o'erhead; Hard by, a sacred spring flowed gurgling on From the Nymphs' grot, and in the sombre boughs The sweet cicada chirped laboriously.
Page 279 - With Semele's wild ivy crown thy towers ; Oh, burst in bloom of wreathing bryony, Berries and leaves and flowers ; Uplift the dark divine wand, The oak-wand and the pine-wand, And don thy fawn-skin, fringed in purity With fleecy white, like ours. Oh, cleanse thee in the wands...
Page 424 - Cassandra wails, for ever : Time is bold, But nor heart nor hand hath he to unwrite the scriptures writ of old. Dead the great chryselephantine God, as dew last evening shed : Dust of earth or foam of ocean is the symbol of his head: Earth and ocean shall be shadows when Prometheus shall be dead.
Page 368 - When he had wrought the lovely instrument, He tried the chords, and made division meet, Preluding with the plectrum ; and there went Up from beneath his hand a tumult sweet Of mighty sounds, and from his lips he sent A strain of unpremeditated wit, Joyous and wild and wanton...