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Avaunt! and quit my sight. Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou dost glare with!
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Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!
_Macbeth, Act iii. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.
GLORY.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
_Henry VI., Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,
But looked to near have neither heat nor light.
_The White Devil, Act v. Sc. 1_. J. WEBSTER.
We rise in glory, as we sink in pride:
Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
_Night Thoughts, Night VIII_. DR. E. YOUNG.
The glory dies not, and the grief is past.
_On the Death of Sir Walter Scott_. SIR S. BRYDGES.
GOD.
What is this mighty Breath, ye sages, say,
That, in powerful language, felt, not heard,
Instructs the fowls of heaven; and through their breast
These arts of love diffuses? What, but God?
Inspiring God! who, boundless Spirit all,
And unremitting Energy, pervades.
Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole.
_The Seasons: Spring_.
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