The Hesperian: A Western Quarterly Illustrated Magazine, Том 1

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Alexander Nicolas De Menil
A. N. De Menil, 1897

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Сторінка 96 - Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbor, and hate thine enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you and persecute you...
Сторінка 96 - Blessed are the peace makers : for they shall be called the children of God, Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake : for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Сторінка 136 - When common words were less pleasing to the ear, or less distinct in their signification, I have familiarized the terms of philosophy, by applying them to popular ideas...
Сторінка 201 - I believe, Sir, you have a great many. Norway, too, has noble wild prospects ; and Lapland is remarkable for prodigious noble wild prospects. But, Sir, let me tell you, the noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees, is the high road that leads him to England !" This unexpected and pointed sally produced a roar of applause.
Сторінка 175 - Appeals founded on generalizations and statistics require a sympathy ready-made, a moral sentiment already in activity ; but a picture of human life such as a great artist can give, surprises even the trivial and the selfish into that attention to what is apart from themselves, which may be called the raw material of moral sentiment.
Сторінка 366 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 115 - Thus ? oh, not thus ! no type of earth could image that awaking, Wherein he scarcely heard the chant of seraphs round him breaking, Or felt the new immortal throb of soul from body parted ; But felt those eyes alone, and knew "My Saviour! not deserted...
Сторінка 133 - ... by the dignity of his thoughts: but such is the power of his poetry, that his call is obeyed without resistance, the reader feels himself in captivity to a higher and...
Сторінка 132 - I have laboured to refine our language to grammatical purity, and to clear it from colloquial barbarisms, licentious idioms, and irregular combinations. Something, perhaps, I have added to the elegance of its construction, and something to the harmony of its cadence.
Сторінка 306 - I SING the Hymn of the Conquered, who fell in the battle of life ; The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife.

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