The Globe, Томове 12–13W.H. Thorne, 1902 |
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... thou art certainly doomed. I think that the mission of any Church is to convey this winged touch of God to the soul, and not to bind that soul with illimitable red tape and too often with brutal tyranny. If the Catholic Church had had ...
... thou art certainly doomed. I think that the mission of any Church is to convey this winged touch of God to the soul, and not to bind that soul with illimitable red tape and too often with brutal tyranny. If the Catholic Church had had ...
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... thou barest, Thou just Judge of piercing vision, Grant the gift of sweet remission, Ere the day of dread decision. Like a guilty wretch I'm dreading, Blush of shame my cheek o'erspreading, Spare, Oh God ! Thy suppliant pleading. Mary ...
... thou barest, Thou just Judge of piercing vision, Grant the gift of sweet remission, Ere the day of dread decision. Like a guilty wretch I'm dreading, Blush of shame my cheek o'erspreading, Spare, Oh God ! Thy suppliant pleading. Mary ...
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William Henry Thorne. My prayers, worthless, are ascending, But Thou, save me, gracious bending, Lest I burn in fire unending. With Thy lambs securely hide me, From the goatlings far divide me, On Thy right a place provide me. When the ...
William Henry Thorne. My prayers, worthless, are ascending, But Thou, save me, gracious bending, Lest I burn in fire unending. With Thy lambs securely hide me, From the goatlings far divide me, On Thy right a place provide me. When the ...
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... Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes, Our enemies have beat us to the pit." This is "Brutus as Shakespeare presents him, beaten, and yet found lilce Brutus, like himself; he who sat high in all the peoples* hearts, whose ...
... Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes, Our enemies have beat us to the pit." This is "Brutus as Shakespeare presents him, beaten, and yet found lilce Brutus, like himself; he who sat high in all the peoples* hearts, whose ...
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... greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart, — What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural." / It is horrible to Henry that the devil might say f^lTRIOTISM IN SHAKESPEARE. 49.
... greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart, — What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural." / It is horrible to Henry that the devil might say f^lTRIOTISM IN SHAKESPEARE. 49.
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Страница 64 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?
Страница 55 - Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son: This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Страница 42 - O'er-run and trampled on : then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer ; welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Страница 299 - And I, brethren, when I came unto you, came not with excellency of speech or of wisdom, proclaiming to you the mystery of God. For I determined not to know anything among you, save Jesus Christ and him crucified.
Страница 42 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Страница 19 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Страница 19 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Страница 65 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
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