England's AntiphonMacmillan, 1868 - 332 หน้า |
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... as any omer of hoarded manna . Holding the skirt of his garment in one hand , we shall in the other hold the key to all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge . MODE OF PRESENTMENT . 7 I think almost all the 6 ENGLAND'S ANTIPHON .
... as any omer of hoarded manna . Holding the skirt of his garment in one hand , we shall in the other hold the key to all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge . MODE OF PRESENTMENT . 7 I think almost all the 6 ENGLAND'S ANTIPHON .
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... hand Nailed to the hard tree . " 99 66 1 the cross . cheerful . 1 The rhymes of the first and second and of the fourth and fifth lines throughout the stanzas , are all , I think , what the French call feminine rhymes , as in the words ...
... hand Nailed to the hard tree . " 99 66 1 the cross . cheerful . 1 The rhymes of the first and second and of the fourth and fifth lines throughout the stanzas , are all , I think , what the French call feminine rhymes , as in the words ...
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... hands throughout stongen : No wonder though me be woe . " " Mother , now I shall thee tell , If I not die , thou goest to hell : 66 I thole death for thy sake . " ' Son , thou art so meek and mynde , Ne wyt me not , it is my kind 2 66 ...
... hands throughout stongen : No wonder though me be woe . " " Mother , now I shall thee tell , If I not die , thou goest to hell : 66 I thole death for thy sake . " ' Son , thou art so meek and mynde , Ne wyt me not , it is my kind 2 66 ...
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... hands of might ; Spit upon that sweet face That heaven and earth did light . " Crucify him ! crucify ! " They cried at nine o'clock ; A purple cloth they put on him— To stare at him and mock . They upon his sweet head Stuck a thorny ...
... hands of might ; Spit upon that sweet face That heaven and earth did light . " Crucify him ! crucify ! " They cried at nine o'clock ; A purple cloth they put on him— To stare at him and mock . They upon his sweet head Stuck a thorny ...
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... hands I made , Where art thou now ? what hast thou wrought ? Adam replies , in two lines , containing the whole truth of man's spiritual condition ever since : Ah , Lord ! for sin ... hand . Adam replies - not over politely— Wife , thy wit.
... hands I made , Where art thou now ? what hast thou wrought ? Adam replies , in two lines , containing the whole truth of man's spiritual condition ever since : Ah , Lord ! for sin ... hand . Adam replies - not over politely— Wife , thy wit.
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หน้า 207 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
หน้า 72 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
หน้า 122 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
หน้า 310 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD!
หน้า 139 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
หน้า 248 - See, how the orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn, Into the blowing roses, (Yet careless of its mansion new, For the clear region where 'twas born,) Round in itself incloses And, in its little globe's extent, Frames, as it can, its native element. How it the purple flower does slight, Scarce touching where it lies ; But gazing back upon the skies, Shines with a mournful light, Like its own tear, Because so long divided from the sphere.
หน้า 310 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
หน้า 205 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold; And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
หน้า 287 - Through this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestowed or not; And let Thy will be done.
หน้า 267 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.