The Red dragon, the national magazine of Wales. Ed. by C. Wilkins, 第 1 卷

Charles Wilkins


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第 91 頁 - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
第 46 頁 - But the seventh day is the sabbath of the LORD thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, nor thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thine ox, nor thine ass, nor any of thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates; that thy manservant and thy maidservant may rest as well as thou.
第 492 頁 - own exceeding great reward"; it has soothed my afflictions; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments; it has endeared solitude; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and the beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
第 488 頁 - Now it is only by labour that thought can be made healthy, and only by thought that labour can be made happy, and the two cannot be separated with impunity...
第 404 頁 - But the history says, that in his return from Macedonia to Ephesus, "Paul sailed from Philippi to Troas; and that, when the disciples came together on the first day of the week to break bread...
第 163 頁 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
第 389 頁 - O foolish Galatians, who hath bewitched you, that you should not obey the truth, before whose eyes Jesus Christ hath been evidently set forth, crucified among
第 91 頁 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st ; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark Illumine ; what is low raise and support...
第 170 頁 - The brow of beauty, and the form of grace— The passion, and- the prowess of our race— The song of Homer in its loftiest hour— The unresisted sweep of Roman power— Britannia's trident on the azure sea— America's young shout of Liberty! Oh ! may the wars that madden in thy deeps There spend their rage, nor climb th' encircling steeps, And till the conflict of thy surges cease, The nations on thy banks repose in peace.
第 276 頁 - In the sounding labour-house vast Of being, is practised that strength, Zealous, beneficent, firm ! Yes, in some far-shining sphere, Conscious or not of the past, Still thou performest the word Of the Spirit in whom thou dost live — Prompt, unwearied, as here ! Still thou upraises!