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Сторінка 141 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Сторінка 63 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new, That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Сторінка 116 - Aid the dawning tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper — aid it type, — Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way!
Сторінка 57 - Spencer would say, the law of evolution through a departure from the homogeneous to the heterogeneous, from the simple to the complex, or, in the words of Ardigo, a natural formation by successive distinctions.
Сторінка 113 - But if there be in glory aught of good, It may by means far different be attain'd, Without ambition, war, or violence; By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent, By patience, temperance: I mention still Him, whom thy wrongs, with saintly patience borne.
Сторінка 193 - ONCE, in the flight of ages past, There lived a Man ; — and WHO WAS HE ? — Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast, That Man resembled thee.
Сторінка 182 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
Сторінка 194 - The changing spirits' rise and fall; We know that these were felt by him, For these are felt by all. He suffered — but his pangs are o'er; Enjoyed— but his delights are fled ; Had friends — his friends are now no more ; And foes — his foes are dead. He loved — but whom he loved the grave Hath lost in its unconscious womb : O she was fair!