The Living Age ..., Volym 25

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Littell, Son, 1850
 

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Sida 248 - No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon.
Sida 250 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy Cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for Dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly: Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
Sida 114 - Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Sida 116 - Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedewed With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
Sida 205 - The young woman was tall, with a figure of perfect elegance on a large scale. She had dark and abundant hair, so glossy that it threw off the sunshine with a gleam...
Sida 277 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Sida 80 - The sound of the REFRAIN being thus determined, it became necessary to select a word embodying this sound, and at the same time in the fullest possible keeping with that melancholy which I had predetermined as the tone of the poem. In such a search it would have been absolutely impossible...
Sida 247 - WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
Sida 256 - Tantum ergo sacramentum veneremur cernui, et antiquum documentum novo cedat ritui; praestet fides supplementum sensuum defectui. Genitori genitoque laus et jubilatio, salus, honor, virtus quoque sit et benedictio, procedenti ab utroque compar sit laudatio.
Sida 161 - belly and thighs of brass," and the legs and feet "of iron, and of iron mingled with clay.

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