The Canadian Magazine, Volumen 29

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J. Gordon Mowat, John Alexander Cooper, Newton MacTavish
Ontario Publishing Company, Limited, 1907

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Página 231 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Página 250 - E'en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend; And, placed on high above the storm's career, Look downward where a hundred realms appear Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride When thus Creation's charms around combine, Amidst the store should thankless pride repine?
Página 235 - It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That, after Last, returns the First, 60 Though a wide compass round be fetched; That what began best, can't end worst, Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst.
Página 234 - The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too — So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, "O heart I made, a heart beats here ! Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself. Thou hast no power nor may'st conceive of mine, But love I gave thee, with Myself to love, And thou must love me who have died for thee ! " The madman saith He said so: it is strange.
Página 560 - That no native of the said territories, nor any natural-born subject of His Majesty resident therein shall, by reason only of his religion, place of birth, descent, colour or any of them, be disabled from holding any place, office or employment under the said Company.
Página 447 - AUTHOR'S APOLOGY FOR HIS BOOK. \VHEN at the first I took my pen in hand, Thus for to write, I did not understand That I at all should make a little book In such a mode : nay, I had undertook To make another; which when almost done, Before I was aware, I this hegun.
Página 237 - Thou shalt love and be loved by, forever: a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See the Christ stand!
Página 233 - Earth breaks up, time drops away, In flows heaven, with its new day Of endless life, when He who trod, Very man and very God, This earth in weakness, shame and pain, Dying the death whose signs remain Up yonder on the accursed tree, Shall come again, no more to be Of captivity the thrall, But the one God, All in all, King of kings, Lord of lords, As His servant John received the words, ' I died, and live for evermore ! ' XI Yet I was left outside the door.
Página 237 - But time escapes: 'Live now or never!' He said, 'What's time? Leave Now for dogs and apes! 'Man has Forever.
Página 243 - It was at Rome, on the 15th of October 1764, as I sat musing amidst the ruins of the Capitol, while the barefooted friars were singing vespers in the temple of Jupiter,* that the idea of writing the decline and fall of the city first started to my mind.

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