The English Party's Excursion to Paris, in Easter Week 1849. To which is Added, A Trip to America ... By J. B. Esq., Barrister-at-Law [i.e. John Bill].

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Longman and Company, 1850 - 557 Seiten
 

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Seite 79 - Man that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay." The chapel of the cemetery is a plain Doric building, about 56 feet
Seite 551 - and there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth, distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring; men's hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth, for the powers of heaven shall be shaken. And then."—
Seite 73 - she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy. Oh ! what a revolution! and what a heart must I have, to contemplate, without emotion, that elevation and that fall! Little did I dream that I should live to see such disasters fall upon her, in a nation of gallant
Seite 250 - glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the God Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads. To thee, I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, Oh, Sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy
Seite 214 - Sleep! the innocent sleep,— Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
Seite 358 - verse of Jeremiah's Lamentations:— " How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people ! how is she become as a widow! she that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces, how is she become tributary!
Seite 427 - Breathes there a man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ; Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home, his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand?
Seite 196 - Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a colossus, and we, petty men, Walk under his huge legs, and peep about, To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Seite 84 - that encompass the gloom, The abode of the dead and the place of the tomb. Shall we build to Ambition? oh no! Affrighted he shrinketh away, For see, they would pin him below, In a small narrow cave, and begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles, a peer and a prey. To Beauty
Seite 177 - sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank: Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears,—soft stillness and the night Become the touches

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