The Angel and the King: And Other Poems

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C. W. Moulton, 1893 - 441 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 345 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity : Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew: The conscious stone to beauty grew.
الصفحة 409 - Hos ego versiculos feci, tulit alter honores : \ Sic vos non vobis nidificatis aves ; Sic vos non vobis vellera fertis oves ; Sic vos non vobis mellificatis apes ; Sic vos non vobis fertis aratra boves.
الصفحة 387 - I beheld, and lo ! a great multitude, which no man can number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues...
الصفحة 289 - Behold, God is my salvation ; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation. Therefore with joy shall ye draw water out of the wells of salvation.
الصفحة 409 - Dextera pistillo prim um fragrantia mollit loo allia ; turn pariter mixto terit omnia sueco. It manus in gyrum : paullatim singula vires deperdunt proprias ; color est e pluribus unus ; nec totus viridis, quia láctea frusta repugnant, пес de lacté nitens, quia tot variatur ab herbis.
الصفحة 393 - 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 396 - Lacrymosa dies ilia, Qua resurget ex favilla, Judicandus homo reus. Huic ergo parce Deus, Pie Jesu, Domine, Dona eis requiem.
الصفحة 399 - O gloriosa Virginum, Sublimis inter sidera; Qui te creavit, parvulum Lactente nutris ubere. Quod Heva tristis abstulit, Tu reddis almo germine : Intrent ut astra flebiles, Coeli recludis cardines.
الصفحة 428 - The heavenly mfluence that, ere boyhood's days Had fled, had thrilled me and awoke my praise, Unto the leftward turned I, with that trust Wherewith a little child his mother seeks, When fear his steps controls, and tear-stained cheeks, To say to Vergil : " All my blood such gust Of feeling moves as doth man's bravery tame ; I feel the traces of the ancient flame.
الصفحة 412 - Fabricius strong, though poor? Or thee, Serranus, from thy furrows called? Or where drive ye, great Fabii, wearied me, — Ye, of whom thou the greatest, art the one Who by delay to us the state restored? More softly others may bright bronzes mold, Until they seem to breathe, and better bring, As freely I concede, from marble carved, The living features forth, and better plead The cause, and with apt...

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