The Manchester Quarterly, Band 27[Published for the Manchester Literary Club by] Sherratt & Hughes, 1908 |
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... and the devil's beasts ; - On distant Vega stony eyes are set , Smiling , as once they smiled upon the flight Of foemen and the noise of conquerors ' feasts . xxxvi . Lone and forgotten , there they take the MONT SAINT MICHEL 9.
... and the devil's beasts ; - On distant Vega stony eyes are set , Smiling , as once they smiled upon the flight Of foemen and the noise of conquerors ' feasts . xxxvi . Lone and forgotten , there they take the MONT SAINT MICHEL 9.
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... eyes , -whose watch is never wearisome Not even when Night hangs thunderous o'er the sea . xxxvii . Around me is the very soul of space In earth's deep breath : this night is like a feast ! O , for a hundred hearts that I might take Due ...
... eyes , -whose watch is never wearisome Not even when Night hangs thunderous o'er the sea . xxxvii . Around me is the very soul of space In earth's deep breath : this night is like a feast ! O , for a hundred hearts that I might take Due ...
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... biographer relating to his hero's first sermon from the Doctor . He says : " More worthy pens than mine have described that scene . The tall , gallant form , the kindling eye , the voice , now soft as the low DR . ARNOLD'S SERMONS 23.
... biographer relating to his hero's first sermon from the Doctor . He says : " More worthy pens than mine have described that scene . The tall , gallant form , the kindling eye , the voice , now soft as the low DR . ARNOLD'S SERMONS 23.
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eye , the voice , now soft as the low notes of a flute , now clear and stirring as the call of the light infantry bugle , of him who stood there Sunday after Sunday , witnessing and pleading for his Lord , the king of righteousness and ...
eye , the voice , now soft as the low notes of a flute , now clear and stirring as the call of the light infantry bugle , of him who stood there Sunday after Sunday , witnessing and pleading for his Lord , the king of righteousness and ...
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... eyes . Says he who tells the story , " Here let us leave him - where better could we leave him , than at the altar , before which he had first caught a glimpse of the glory of his birth- right , and felt the drawing of the bond which ...
... eyes . Says he who tells the story , " Here let us leave him - where better could we leave him , than at the altar , before which he had first caught a glimpse of the glory of his birth- right , and felt the drawing of the bond which ...
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Seite 57 - In the first rank of these did Zimri stand ;* A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long...
Seite 61 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store; Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the live-long day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light...
Seite 78 - What the hammer ? what the chain ? In what furnace was thy brain ? What the anvil ? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp ? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see ? Did he who made the lamb make thee...
Seite 78 - I am black, as if bereav'd of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree, And sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And, pointing to the east, began to say: "Look on the rising sun — there God does live, And gives his light, and gives his heat away; And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noon day.
Seite 258 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Seite 64 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, ^ Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Seite 349 - I am in earnest. I will not equivocate — I will not excuse — I will not retreat a single inch. AND I WILL BE HEARD.
Seite 55 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Seite 252 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky, I heard the skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are. How they seemed to fill the sea and air, With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments. Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute.
Seite 227 - SLEEP, Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings, Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings, Sole comforter of minds with grief...