air-mothers Antony beautiful beneath brave breath Brutus Cæsar cannon Captain CHARLES KINGSLEY Cratchit cried Crowfield earth English eyes face father feeling fire flowers friends gaze genius give glory gray hand hath hear heard heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON honor hour Hubert human king labor land Lars Porsena leave Lesson light live Lochinvar looked Lord mind morning NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE nature never night noble Noll o'er Parliament of Paris passed poor Prince R. H. DANA rich rose round seemed sense shore silent Sir Oliver Sir Oliver Cromwell smile soul sound stand Star-Spangled Banner stars stood subtonics talk tell thee things thou art thought Tiny Tim tion trees turned uncle Toby unto voice walked WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wisdom words young Zimri
第97页 - But where shall wisdom be found? and where is the place of understanding? Man knoweth not the price thereof; neither is it found in the land of the living. The depth saith, It is not in me; and the sea saith, It is not with me.
第328页 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of Time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
第30页 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace; but there is no peace.
第335页 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
第28页 - And what have we to oppose to them ? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable ; but it has been all in vain.
第331页 - The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
第107页 - But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam, And like a dam the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the stream: And a long shout of triumph Rose from the walls of Rome, As to the highest turret-tops Was splashed the yellow foam.
第110页 - And it came to pass, when the king of Israel had read the letter, that he rent his clothes, and said, Am I God, to kill and to make alive, that this man doth send unto me to recover a man of his leprosy ? wherefore consider, I pray you, and see how he seeketh a quarrel against me.