طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
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الصفحة 153 - That ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great.
الصفحة 213 - Sumens illud Ave Gabrielis ore, Funda nos in pace, Mutans Hevae nomen. Solve vincla reis, Prefer lumen caecis, Mala nostra pelle, Bona cuncta posce.
الصفحة 213 - Monstra te esse matrem, Sumat per te preces, Qui pro nobis natus, Tulit esse tuus. Virgo singularis, Inter omnes mitis, Nos culpis solutos, Mites fac et castos.
الصفحة 110 - METHINKS we do as fretful children do, Leaning their faces on the window-pane To sigh the glass dim with their own breath's stain, And shut the sky and landscape from their view. And thus, alas ! since God the maker drew A mystic separation 'twixt those twain, The life beyond us, and our souls in pain, We miss the prospect which we are called unto By grief we are fools to use.
الصفحة ix - Canta o caminhante ledo No caminho trabalhoso, Por entre o espesso arvoredo; E de noite o temeroso, Cantando, refreia o medo. Canta o preso docemente, Os duros grilhões tocando; Canta o segador contente, E o trabalhador, cantando, O trabalho menos sente.
الصفحة 295 - God ! into thy hands I render My crook : keep Thou my lambkin tender. When I in peace have laid me down, Keep Thou my lamb, and do not let A single thorn her bosom fret. Oh, keep her fleece from thorn-hedge harsh, And all unstained in mere and marsh. Above all, too, before her feet Make Thou the best of pasture sweet, And let her sleep without a fear.
الصفحة 253 - ... were brought from Greece, where he endeavored to do a noble deed. I hope that those persons who rejected him were quite sure that they were holier than he. And it is just as well for him that his body lies in Hucknall church, instead of in the glorious old "Westminster Abbey. I remembered the divine words, " He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone.
الصفحة 327 - Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth. Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua. Hosanna in excelsis. Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini. Hosanna in excelsis.
الصفحة 251 - He stepped into the rooms of the Palace, in that troubled time nearly empty, and found himself on the ground-floor in the room in which the ancient gods and goddesses stand. ' Suddenly he stood before the ideal of Beauty, the smiling entrancing goddess, the miracle of an unknown master, the Venus of Milo, who in the course of centuries has lost her arms but not her witchery. Overcome, agitated, stricken through, almost terrified at her aspect, the sick man staggered back till he sank on a seat, and...