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מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 35
עמוד 38
... living , nor for costly raiment , nor for any other such things , but for bread only that he hath commanded us to make our prayer . And for " daily bread , " so as not to " take thought for the morrow . " Because of this he added ...
... living , nor for costly raiment , nor for any other such things , but for bread only that he hath commanded us to make our prayer . And for " daily bread , " so as not to " take thought for the morrow . " Because of this he added ...
עמוד 41
... living only for wealth and power and sensuality , hear sometimes what is said , it is true , but show forth nothing great or noble in their actions , though fastening themselves for good to the clay of the brickmaking . By this Apostle ...
... living only for wealth and power and sensuality , hear sometimes what is said , it is true , but show forth nothing great or noble in their actions , though fastening themselves for good to the clay of the brickmaking . By this Apostle ...
עמוד 48
... living , and narrowly escaped imprison- ment in the Fleet . In 1781 he published anony- mously The Rosciad , a satire on the actors of the London theatres . It was astonishingly success- ful . Churchill acknowledged the authorship , and ...
... living , and narrowly escaped imprison- ment in the Fleet . In 1781 he published anony- mously The Rosciad , a satire on the actors of the London theatres . It was astonishingly success- ful . Churchill acknowledged the authorship , and ...
עמוד 51
... seen , Earth , clad in russet , scorn'd the lively green : The plague of locusts they secure defy , For in three hours a grasshopper must die : VOL . VI . - 4 No living thing , whate'er its food , feasts there CHARLES CHURCHILL 51.
... seen , Earth , clad in russet , scorn'd the lively green : The plague of locusts they secure defy , For in three hours a grasshopper must die : VOL . VI . - 4 No living thing , whate'er its food , feasts there CHARLES CHURCHILL 51.
עמוד 52
... living thing , whate'er its food , feasts there , But the chameleon , who can feast on air . No birds , except as birds of passage , flew ; No bee was known to hum , no dove to coo : No streams , as amber smooth , as amber clear , Were ...
... living thing , whate'er its food , feasts there , But the chameleon , who can feast on air . No birds , except as birds of passage , flew ; No bee was known to hum , no dove to coo : No streams , as amber smooth , as amber clear , Were ...
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 203 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
עמוד 199 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret Joy : Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty Vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven...
עמוד 200 - ... Ye ice-falls ! ye, that, from the mountain's brow, Adown enormous ravines slope amain, — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ? " God ! " let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer : and let the ice-plains...
עמוד 199 - Form ! Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy...
עמוד 233 - With woeful measures wan Despair — Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled, A solemn, strange, and mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.
עמוד 203 - O pure of heart ! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be ! What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.
עמוד 201 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain ! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud...
עמוד 203 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
עמוד 234 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gornmod with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung— The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known!
עמוד 203 - O Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live : Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud...