Albany Review, Volume 3, Issues 13-15

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J. Lane, the Bodley Head ; New York, 1908
 

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Page 231 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 231 - The world's a bubble and the Life of Man Less than a span In his conception wretched, from the womb So to the tomb; Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years With cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But limns on water, or but writes in dust. Yet...
Page 329 - Shakespeare in a laughing manner, that he fancied he intended to write his epitaph, if he happened to outlive him ; and since he could not know what might be said of him when he was dead, he desired it might be done immediately : upon which...
Page 247 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Page 330 - A parliament member, a justice of peace, At home a poor scarecrow, at London an asse, If lowsie is Lucy, as some volke miscalle it, Then Lucy is lowsie, whatever befall it. He thinks himself great ; Yet an asse in his state, We allow by his ears but with asses to mate, If Lucy is lowsie, as some volke miscalle it, Then sing lowsie Lucy whatever befall it.
Page 76 - I find it thus far experimentally true, that at my now being in that school, and seeing that very place where I sat when I was a boy, occasioned me to remember those very thoughts of my youth which then possessed me...
Page 249 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining...
Page 224 - Who dare express Him? And who profess Him, Saying: I believe in Him! Who, feeling, seeing, Deny His being, Saying: I believe Him not! The All-enfolding, The All-upholding, Folds and upholds he not Thee, me, Himself? Arches not there the sky above us? Lies not beneath us, firm, the earth? And rise not, on us shining, Friendly, the everlasting stars ? Look I not, eye to eye, on thee, And feel'st not, thronging To head and heart, the force, Still weaving its eternal secret, Invisible, visible, round...
Page 327 - Written upon the west end thereof, " Not monumental stone preserves our fame, Nor skye-aspiring pyramids our name. The memory of him for whom this stands, Shall outlive marble, and defacers' hands. When all to time's consumption shall be given, Stanley, for whom this stands, shall stand in heaven.
Page 334 - One of her hands one of her cheeks lay under, Cozening the pillow of a lawful kisse, Which therefore swel'd and seem'd to part asunder. As angry to be rob'd of such a bliss : The one lookt pale, and for revenge did long, Whilst t'other blush'd, cause it had done the wrong.

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