Scott's Monthly Magazine, Том 5J.J. Toon, 1868 |
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... look aloft , And sorrow leads me , Father , back to thee . Amid the wrecks that mark the foeman's path , I kneel and wailing o'er my glories gone , I still each thought of hate , each throb of wrath , And whisper - Father ! let Thy will ...
... look aloft , And sorrow leads me , Father , back to thee . Amid the wrecks that mark the foeman's path , I kneel and wailing o'er my glories gone , I still each thought of hate , each throb of wrath , And whisper - Father ! let Thy will ...
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... look at me , bow profoundly , and say he had great respect for age , either with or without beauty ; and many a long , delightful ride we had through the piny aisles , where the thick carpet spread by the long leaves scarcely gave a ...
... look at me , bow profoundly , and say he had great respect for age , either with or without beauty ; and many a long , delightful ride we had through the piny aisles , where the thick carpet spread by the long leaves scarcely gave a ...
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... look upon it as the one and only ob- ject in life , but give them innocent and pleas- ant recreations , and lead them to feel that there are higher and holier things than the accumulation of property , and they will not forget the ...
... look upon it as the one and only ob- ject in life , but give them innocent and pleas- ant recreations , and lead them to feel that there are higher and holier things than the accumulation of property , and they will not forget the ...
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... looks through the veil of sensual desire to the full - blown amour of elysium , forgetting life , ignoring death . He stands afar off from men , yet , like the Prince of Peace , he is drawn towards the innocence of children ...
... looks through the veil of sensual desire to the full - blown amour of elysium , forgetting life , ignoring death . He stands afar off from men , yet , like the Prince of Peace , he is drawn towards the innocence of children ...
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... look upon his " No ! I will leave him without a word ! His conscience , if he has one , will tell him why ! " Helen Marsden was the only child of Mr. Ruthven , one of our merchant princes . Amiable , beautiful , witty and rich , was it ...
... look upon his " No ! I will leave him without a word ! His conscience , if he has one , will tell him why ! " Helen Marsden was the only child of Mr. Ruthven , one of our merchant princes . Amiable , beautiful , witty and rich , was it ...
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Сторінка 109 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Сторінка 110 - Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine — A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on!"— but o'er the Past (Dim gulf) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast!
Сторінка 193 - And if the servant shall plainly say, 'I love my master, my wife, and my children; I will not go out free': Then his master shall bring him unto the judges; he shall also bring him to the door, or unto the door post; and his master shall bore his ear through with an awl; and he shall serve him for ever.
Сторінка 106 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Сторінка 408 - And in process of time it came to pass, that Cain brought of the fruit of the ground an offering unto the LORD. And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the LORD had respect unto Abel and to his offering: But unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect.
Сторінка 95 - For Adam was first formed then Eve. And Adam was not deceived ; but the woman, being deceived, was in the transgression ; notwithstanding she shall be saved in child-bearing, if they continue in faith, and charity, and holiness with sobriety.
Сторінка 109 - O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Сторінка 95 - Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection. But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. For Adam was first formed, then Eve. And Adam was not deceived, but the woman being deceived was in the transgression.
Сторінка 109 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Сторінка 106 - And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.