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الصفحة 264 - Lord, save thy people, and bless thine heritage. Govern them and lift them up for ever. Day by day we magnify thee, and we worship thy name ever world without end.
الصفحة 345 - Recordare, Jesu pie, Quod sum causa tuae viae, Ne me perdas illa die. Quaerens me, sedisti lassus ; Redemisti, crucem passus : Tantus labor non sit cassus.
الصفحة 440 - Seraph of Heaven ! too gentle to be human, Veiling beneath that radiant form of Woman All that is insupportable in thee Of light, and love, and immortality ! Sweet Benediction in the eternal Curse! Veiled Glory of this lampless Universe! Thou Moon beyond the clouds! Thou living Form Among the Dead! Thou Star above the Storm ! 8 Thou Wonder, and thou Beauty, and thou Terror!
الصفحة 615 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
الصفحة 525 - Milton ! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
الصفحة 657 - If thou art borrowed by a friend, Right welcome shall he be To read, to study, not to lend, But to return to me. Not that imparted knowledge doth Diminish learning's store ; But Books, I find, if often lent, Return to me no more. Read slowly, Pause frequently, Think seriously, Keep cleanly, return duly, With the corners of the leaves not turned down.
الصفحة 468 - ... when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him, and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh ? Then shall thy light break forth as the morning, and thy health shall spring forth speedily ; and thy righteousness shall go before thee, the glory of the Lord shall be thy rereward.
الصفحة 468 - The Lord preserve him and give him life, and make him blessed upon the earth ; and deliver him not up to the will of his enemies.
الصفحة 370 - And from the changes of my heart must make thee. 0 fainting traveller, morn is grey in heaven. Dost thou remember how the clouds were driven? And are they calm about the fall of even? Pause near the ending of thy long migration, For this one sudden hour of desolation Appeals to one hour of thy meditation. Suffer, O silent one, that I remind thee Of the great hills that stormed the sky behind thee, Of the wild winds of power that have resigned thee. Know that the mournful plain where thou must wander...
الصفحة 467 - Be merciful after thy power. If thou hast much, give plenteously : if thou hast little, do thy diligence gladly to give of that little : for so gatherest thou thyself a good reward in the day of necessity.