Novels, Volume 5Macmillan and Company, 1884 |
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Common terms and phrases
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Popular passages
Page 496 - I acknowledged my sin unto thee, and mine iniquity have I not hid. I said, " I will confess my transgressions unto the Lord ;" and thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin.
Page xix - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
Page 459 - And further, by these, my son, be admonished : of making many books there is no end ; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Page 451 - What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe? The nameless worm would now itself disown; It felt, yet could escape, the magic tone Whose prelude held...
Page 226 - Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, but now I know it, with what more you may think proper.
Page 496 - When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long. For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer.
Page 451 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 288 - Constantia, now, but thee, Whilst, like the world-surrounding air. thy song Flows on, and fills all things with melody. Now is thy voice a tempest swift and strong, On which, like one in trance upborne, Secure o'er rocks and waves I sweep, Rejoicing like a cloud of rnorn.
Page 5 - If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down from hence: for it is written, He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee: And in their hands they shall bear thee up, Lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone.