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Page 309 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 320 - Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior, The son of Adam and of Eve : Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher ? " But, in this case, the old prejudice got the better of the old joke.
Page 26 - All that mankind has done, thought, gained, or been : it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of Books.
Page 280 - Jesus blood ; Let manna to our souls be given. The bread of life sent down from heaven.
Page 410 - Had we never loved so kindly, ' Had we never loved so blindly, ' Never met or never parted, ' We had ne'er been broken•hearted.
Page 365 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 49 - So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 209 - To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.