Scott's Monthly Magazine, 第 5 卷J.J. Toon, 1868 |
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... thought of hate , each throb of wrath , And whisper - Father ! let Thy will be done . Pity me , Father of the desolate ! Alas ! my burdens are so hard to bear ; Look down in mercy on my wretched fate , And keep me , guard me with Thy ...
... thought of hate , each throb of wrath , And whisper - Father ! let Thy will be done . Pity me , Father of the desolate ! Alas ! my burdens are so hard to bear ; Look down in mercy on my wretched fate , And keep me , guard me with Thy ...
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... thoughts so firmly on the true and the good , that I was only refreshed and invigorat- But , reader , I must tell you ... thought of the cold that reigned without . The days passed pleasantly enough , in calling , shop- ping and dining ...
... thoughts so firmly on the true and the good , that I was only refreshed and invigorat- But , reader , I must tell you ... thought of the cold that reigned without . The days passed pleasantly enough , in calling , shop- ping and dining ...
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... thought to be forgotten the most terrible thing that could befall me ! And when the time came for me to go off to school the agony of leaving home was in the fear that they might for- get me there while I was away ; and it has clung to ...
... thought to be forgotten the most terrible thing that could befall me ! And when the time came for me to go off to school the agony of leaving home was in the fear that they might for- get me there while I was away ; and it has clung to ...
第 12 頁
... thoughts and ideas from his own brain , and not cram it with those of others ; and that even the events of history ... thought or expression the little tendrils of a child's mind will clasp and cling to ; how he will turn it over and ...
... thoughts and ideas from his own brain , and not cram it with those of others ; and that even the events of history ... thought or expression the little tendrils of a child's mind will clasp and cling to ; how he will turn it over and ...
第 13 頁
... thoughts too busy and earnest became oppressive , and without any distinct plan of what I wished to say , I took up my pen and began to write . Perhaps it might turn out a song - perhaps turn out a sermon , One thought suggested another ...
... thoughts too busy and earnest became oppressive , and without any distinct plan of what I wished to say , I took up my pen and began to write . Perhaps it might turn out a song - perhaps turn out a sermon , One thought suggested another ...
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第 109 頁 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
第 110 頁 - Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine — A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on!"— but o'er the Past (Dim gulf) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast!
第 193 頁 - And if the servant shall plainly say, 'I love my master, my wife, and my children; I will not go out free': Then his master shall bring him unto the judges; he shall also bring him to the door, or unto the door post; and his master shall bore his ear through with an awl; and he shall serve him for ever.
第 106 頁 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
第 408 頁 - And in process of time it came to pass, that Cain brought of the fruit of the ground an offering unto the LORD. And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the LORD had respect unto Abel and to his offering: But unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect.
第 95 頁 - For Adam was first formed then Eve. And Adam was not deceived ; but the woman, being deceived, was in the transgression ; notwithstanding she shall be saved in child-bearing, if they continue in faith, and charity, and holiness with sobriety.
第 109 頁 - O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
第 95 頁 - Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection. But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. For Adam was first formed, then Eve. And Adam was not deceived, but the woman being deceived was in the transgression.
第 109 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 106 頁 - And neither the angels in heaven above, 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.