The Bible class magazine [ed. by C.H. Bateman]. [Continued as] Excelsior, helps to progress in thought and action, 第 3 卷 |
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... head they may be struck down , and so that our fellows may feel that we exert an influence for good upon them . If we think wisely of the past , one thing will be pretty plainly evident to us all , that we have failed through trusting ...
... head they may be struck down , and so that our fellows may feel that we exert an influence for good upon them . If we think wisely of the past , one thing will be pretty plainly evident to us all , that we have failed through trusting ...
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... draws her chair a little closer to the blazing logs , and listens in her turn . The conversation which follows may well begin another chapter . T ARITHMETICAL HEADS . HE following astounding statement comes from FERNSIDE FORTUNES . 7.
... draws her chair a little closer to the blazing logs , and listens in her turn . The conversation which follows may well begin another chapter . T ARITHMETICAL HEADS . HE following astounding statement comes from FERNSIDE FORTUNES . 7.
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... extraor- dinary as a man . Nor is this an unusual consequence of the over- early development of the intellectual powers . " " W. 368754 276460 A PALACE OF MYSTERY . PECULIAR fascination always 8 .. ARITHMETICAL HEADS .
... extraor- dinary as a man . Nor is this an unusual consequence of the over- early development of the intellectual powers . " " W. 368754 276460 A PALACE OF MYSTERY . PECULIAR fascination always 8 .. ARITHMETICAL HEADS .
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... head upon my knees , There I sat , and to the breeze Chanted forth the warrior's dirge ; And I sang as we went sailing , Till the wild winds , loudly wailing , Hushed the music of the surge . Dirge . Death on the wild sea wave , Death ...
... head upon my knees , There I sat , and to the breeze Chanted forth the warrior's dirge ; And I sang as we went sailing , Till the wild winds , loudly wailing , Hushed the music of the surge . Dirge . Death on the wild sea wave , Death ...
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... head . Of our little steam- vessel there was nothing to be said , save in her praise ; and we were soon ploughing our way past the line of high cliffs , of white , brown , and grey , where the counties of Hants and Dorset join . The ...
... head . Of our little steam- vessel there was nothing to be said , save in her praise ; and we were soon ploughing our way past the line of high cliffs , of white , brown , and grey , where the counties of Hants and Dorset join . The ...
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第 134 頁 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
第 178 頁 - Nor the demons down under the sea , Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee : And so , all the night-tide , I lie down by the side Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea — In her tomb by the sounding sea.
第 530 頁 - ... for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost...
第 404 頁 - Go, stand on the hill where they lie. The earliest ray of the golden day On that hallowed spot is cast ; And the evening sun, as he leaves the world, Looks kindly on that spot last. The pilgrim spirit has not fled : It walks in noon's broad light ; And it watches the bed of the glorious dead, With the holy stars, by night. It watches the bed of the brave who have bled, And shall guard this ice-bound shore, Till the waves of the bay, where the May-Flower lay, Shall foam and freeze no more.
第 177 頁 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
第 417 頁 - And hides his sweets, as in the golden age, Within the hollow oak. I listen long To his domestic hum, and think I hear The sound of that advancing multitude Which soon shall fill these deserts.
第 177 頁 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
第 418 頁 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
第 403 頁 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
第 463 頁 - Think me not unkind and rude That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook; Each cloud that floated in the sky Writes a letter in my book. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought; Every aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought.