The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, כרך 6Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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עמוד 34
... called , refusing to return to communion with the succeeding Archbishops of Constantinople until thirty years after , when the relics of Chrysostom were pompously brought back , and the Emperor publicly implored the forgiveness of ...
... called , refusing to return to communion with the succeeding Archbishops of Constantinople until thirty years after , when the relics of Chrysostom were pompously brought back , and the Emperor publicly implored the forgiveness of ...
עמוד 36
... called upon thee to let him go free , and transfer to him- self thy account with the other ; he would not choose to be unfair after such remission , seeing he had passed the whole amount to himself . How then shall God fail to repay us ...
... called upon thee to let him go free , and transfer to him- self thy account with the other ; he would not choose to be unfair after such remission , seeing he had passed the whole amount to himself . How then shall God fail to repay us ...
עמוד 45
... called him a prophet , were here offended , and called him the carpenter's son . Not so while they ate the loaves " " then they said , " He is the ST . JOHN CHRYSOSTOM 45.
... called him a prophet , were here offended , and called him the carpenter's son . Not so while they ate the loaves " " then they said , " He is the ST . JOHN CHRYSOSTOM 45.
עמוד 72
... called out that our cause was ruined , if Cæsar had a public funeral ? But a funeral he had , and that too in the Forum , and graced with pathetic encomiums , which encouraged slaves and beggars , with flaming torches in their hands ...
... called out that our cause was ruined , if Cæsar had a public funeral ? But a funeral he had , and that too in the Forum , and graced with pathetic encomiums , which encouraged slaves and beggars , with flaming torches in their hands ...
עמוד 94
... called on Camille's name , she had made mournful signs which were intended to convey all her feelings , in one look , one gesture . That was enough for her destruction . She was condemned to death after three days ' deliberation , with ...
... called on Camille's name , she had made mournful signs which were intended to convey all her feelings , in one look , one gesture . That was enough for her destruction . She was condemned to death after three days ' deliberation , with ...
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 203 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
עמוד 199 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret Joy : Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty Vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven...
עמוד 200 - ... 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 ! " let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer : and let the ice-plains...
עמוד 199 - Form ! Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy...
עמוד 233 - With woeful measures wan Despair — Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled, A solemn, strange, and mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.
עמוד 203 - O pure of heart ! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be ! What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.
עמוד 201 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain ! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud...
עמוד 203 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
עמוד 234 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gornmod with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung— The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known!
עמוד 203 - O Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live : Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud...