The Literary World, Volumen29

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S.R. Crocker, 1898

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Página 59 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe; Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law; Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
Página 112 - The Treasurer and Company of Adventurers and Planters of the City of London for the first Colony in Virginia: ******** VI.
Página 59 - God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
Página 69 - WE cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides. But tasks in hours of insight will'd Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd.
Página 150 - And they shall bring all your brethren for an offering unto the Lord out of all nations upon horses, and in chariots, and in litters, and upon mules, and upon swift beasts, to my holy mountain Jerusalem, saith the Lord, as the children of Israel bring an offering in a clean vessel into the house of the Lord.
Página 59 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Página 138 - They were, I now saw, the most unearthly creatures it is possible to conceive. They were huge round bodies— or, rather, heads— about four feet in diameter, each body having in front of it a face. This face had no nostrils— indeed, the Martians do not seem to have had any sense of smell— but* it had a pair of very large, dark-coloured eyes, and just beneath this a kind of fleshy beak.
Página 69 - Growing Old What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for beauty to forego her wreath? — Yes, but not this alone.
Página 200 - And as it is fit to read the best authors to youth first', so let them be of the openest and clearest. As Livy before Sallust, Sidney before Donne; and beware of letting them taste Gower or Chaucer at first, lest, falling too much in love with antiquity,, and not apprehending the weight, they grow rough and barren in language, only.
Página 64 - PROPORTIONABLE TO THE TWELVE MONETHES. ENTITLED To the noble and vertuous Gentleman, most worthy of all titles both of learning and chevalrie, MAISTER PHILIP SIDNEY.

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