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Seite 74 - He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the LORD; and that which he hath given will he pay him again.
Seite 48 - Breathes there the 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 burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Seite 48 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
Seite 128 - A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs And if these pleasures may thee move Come live with me and be my Love.
Seite 96 - Thou friend to him who knows no friend beside ! Is there in morning's breath, or the sweet gale That steals o'er the tired pilgrim of the vale, Cheering with fragrance fresh his weary frame, Aught like the incense of thy holy flame ? Is aught in all the beauties that adorn The azure heaven, or purple lights of morn ] Is aught so fair in evening's...
Seite 12 - Praise the fineness of the day when it is ended ; praise a woman when she is buried; a sword when you have proved it; a maiden after she is married ; the ice when once you have crossed it; and the liquor after it is drunk.
Seite 208 - And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black, Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back ; And there was the Gnat, and the Dragon-fly too ; With all their relations, green, orange, and blue.
Seite 12 - He who travelleth hath need of wisdom. One may do at home whatsoever one will ; but he who is ignorant of good manners will only draw contempt upon himself, when he comes to sit down with men well instructed.
Seite 12 - Whilst we live, let us live well: for be a man ever so rich when he lights his fire, death may perhaps enter his door before it be burnt out.