The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Том 21Leavitt, Trow, & Company, 1850 |
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... behold , ye are become men spread over the face of the earth . And of His signs another is that He hath created for you out of yourselves wives that ye may live with them , and hath put love and compassion between you : verily , herein ...
... behold , ye are become men spread over the face of the earth . And of His signs another is that He hath created for you out of yourselves wives that ye may live with them , and hath put love and compassion between you : verily , herein ...
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... behold ! Dark gorgeous women , turbaned men , White tents , like ships , in plain and glen , Slaves , palm trees , camals , pearls , and gold . Ah ! many an hour I sat and read , And God seemed with me all day long ; Joy murmured a ...
... behold ! Dark gorgeous women , turbaned men , White tents , like ships , in plain and glen , Slaves , palm trees , camals , pearls , and gold . Ah ! many an hour I sat and read , And God seemed with me all day long ; Joy murmured a ...
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... Behold , ye speak an idle thing : Ye never knew the sacred dust : I do but sing because I must , And pipe but as the linnets sing : And unto one her note is gay , For now her little ones have ranged ; And unto one her note is changed ...
... Behold , ye speak an idle thing : Ye never knew the sacred dust : I do but sing because I must , And pipe but as the linnets sing : And unto one her note is gay , For now her little ones have ranged ; And unto one her note is changed ...
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... Behold ! we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last - far off - at last , to all , And every winter change to spring . So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the ...
... Behold ! we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last - far off - at last , to all , And every winter change to spring . So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the ...
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... behold a language , very widely spread , endowed with the noblest literature in ex- istence , lauded as second only to the Greek for vigor and beauty , and yet ( we will not say wanting productive power , but ) lying fallow - producing ...
... behold a language , very widely spread , endowed with the noblest literature in ex- istence , lauded as second only to the Greek for vigor and beauty , and yet ( we will not say wanting productive power , but ) lying fallow - producing ...
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Стр. 215 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Стр. 216 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Стр. 218 - That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
Стр. 216 - So runs my dream: but what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
Стр. 216 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Стр. 445 - Travel in the younger sort is a part of education ; in the elder a part of experience. He that travelleth into a country before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school, and not to travel.
Стр. 209 - Thro' prosperous floods his holy urn. All night no ruder air perplex Thy sliding keel, till Phosphor, bright As our pure love, thro' early light Shall glimmer on the dewy decks. Sphere all your lights around, above; Sleep, gentle heavens, before the prow; Sleep, gentle winds, as he sleeps now, My friend, the brother of my love; My Arthur, whom I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run; Dear as the mother to the son, More than my brothers are to me.
Стр. 217 - I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace May breed with him, can fright my faith. Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit walks; And these are but the shatter'd stalks, Or ruin'd chrysalis of one.
Стр. 216 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Стр. 215 - Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side? Is there no baseness we would hide? No inner vileness that we dread?