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The Pacific Monthly: A Magazine of Education and Progress, Volumen 13;Volumen 15
Vista completa - 1905
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Página 64 - 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.
Página 228 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Página 51 - The Suez Maritime Canal shall always be free and open, in time of war as in time of peace, to every vessel of commerce or of war, without distinction of flag.
Página 39 - THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
Página 98 - And the high gods took in hand Fire, and the falling of tears, And a measure of sliding sand From under the feet of the years...
Página 153 - For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle; I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick; if he but blench, I know my course.
Página 228 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say "This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 56 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain—- Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God!
Página 186 - We will not renounce our part in the mission of our race, trustee, under God, of the civilization of the world. And we will move forward to our work, not howling out regrets like slaves whipped to their burdens, but with gratitude for a task worthy of our strength, and thanksgiving to Almighty God that He has marked us as his chosen people, henceforth to lead in the regeneration of the world.