The Nineteenth Century and After, Volume 100

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Leonard Scott Publishing Company, 1926
 

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Pagina 263 - I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of Imagination — What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth — whether it existed before or not...
Pagina 269 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine...
Pagina 268 - Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind...
Pagina 675 - Princes shall come out of Egypt ; Ethiopia shall soon stretch out her hands unto God.
Pagina 675 - Why hop ye so, ye high hills ? this is God's hill, in the which it pleaseth Him to dwell : yea, the Lord will abide in it for ever.
Pagina 258 - O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life - that in me has rest, As I, undying Life, have power in thee ! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main...
Pagina 145 - For what hath man of all his labour, and of the vexation of his heart, wherein he hath laboured under the sun? "For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.
Pagina 258 - The steadfast rock of immortality. With wide-embracing love Thy spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in thee. There is not room for Death Nor atom that his might could render void : Thou — THOU art Being and Breath, And what THOU art may never be destroyed.
Pagina 268 - With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!
Pagina 936 - And when they had blindfolded him, they struck him on the face, and asked him, saying, Prophesy, who is it that smote thee?

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