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Sprednja platnica
Oxford University Press, 1852
 

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Stran 437 - our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave ( When we have wandered all our ways) Shuts up the story of our days. But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I
Stran 408 - For earth's destruction thou dost all despise. Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies; And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And da.shest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Stran 289 - once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain. I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Stran 216 - Vital spark of heavenly flame, Quit, oh quit this mortal frame! * Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying ¡ Oh the pain, the bliss of dying I Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife. And let me languish into life ! j
Stran 358 - the night before his execution. The first stanza is (memoriter)— " Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errant ! Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be- thy warrant. Go, since I needs must die. And give the world the lie." It will be satisfactory to hear at the same time in
Stran 151 - eat a crocodile? I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us ; till our ground,
Stran 307 - were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage i their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: —not so tliou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Stran 308 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize. But where his rude hut by the Danube lay,

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