Readings from the best authors, ed. by A.H. Bryce, Issue 10Archibald Hamilton Bryce 1862 |
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... eternal sove- reignty : " Heaven and earth shall pass away , but my words shall not pass away . " - But who is he that thus builds the throne of his glory upon the ruins of earth and heaven ? who is he that thus triumphs over a ...
... eternal sove- reignty : " Heaven and earth shall pass away , but my words shall not pass away . " - But who is he that thus builds the throne of his glory upon the ruins of earth and heaven ? who is he that thus triumphs over a ...
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... and greets the voice , still mightier than its own . It spreads where winter piles deep snows on bleak Canadian plains , And where , on Essequibo's banks , eternal summer reigns : It glads Acadia's misty coasts , Jamaica's glowing isle ,
... and greets the voice , still mightier than its own . It spreads where winter piles deep snows on bleak Canadian plains , And where , on Essequibo's banks , eternal summer reigns : It glads Acadia's misty coasts , Jamaica's glowing isle ,
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... eternal decree , - The sentence of God on thy empire and thee : Thou art weighed in the balance of Justice supreme , And light art thou found as the dust on the beam ; The wind of destruction to empty thy land , And the fanners , to fan ...
... eternal decree , - The sentence of God on thy empire and thee : Thou art weighed in the balance of Justice supreme , And light art thou found as the dust on the beam ; The wind of destruction to empty thy land , And the fanners , to fan ...
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... eternal gloom , And for the music of thy voice , the silence of the tomb . The time is come ! See , how he points his eager hand this way ! See , how his eyes gloat on thy grief , like a kite's upon the prey ! With all his wit he little ...
... eternal gloom , And for the music of thy voice , the silence of the tomb . The time is come ! See , how he points his eager hand this way ! See , how his eyes gloat on thy grief , like a kite's upon the prey ! With all his wit he little ...
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... Eternal God Forgives : do thou for thine own soul the rest . But how to take last leave of all I loved ? O golden hair , with which I used to play , Not knowing ! O imperial - moulded form , And beauty such as never woman wore , Until ...
... Eternal God Forgives : do thou for thine own soul the rest . But how to take last leave of all I loved ? O golden hair , with which I used to play , Not knowing ! O imperial - moulded form , And beauty such as never woman wore , Until ...
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Page 297 - Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Page 281 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 85 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Page 252 - Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 281 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew...
Page 166 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Page 201 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Page 238 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Page 296 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy, But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Page 237 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...