Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 3; Volume 134

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Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1900
 

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Page 278 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 353 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the law, Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Page 285 - But there the glorious Lord will be unto us a place of broad rivers and streams; wherein shall go no galley with oars, neither shall gallant ship pass thereby. For the Lord is our judge, the Lord is our lawgiver, the Lord is our king, He will save us.
Page 515 - ... noise Of bagpipers on distant Highland hills. The Shepherd, at such warning, of his flock Bethought him, and he to himself would say 'The winds are now devising work for me!
Page 221 - My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God : when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
Page 285 - Thy tackllngs are loosed; they could not well strengthen their mast, they could not spread the sail; there IB the prey of a great spoil divided; the lame take the prey." Here the Vicar turned back a page and his voice rang higher: "Behold, a king shall reign In righteousness, and princes shall rule In Judgment...
Page 287 - Is it possible to tell a good book from a ' bad one ?' This almost involves an affirmative reply.
Page 285 - And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, And a covert from the tempest; As rivers of water in a dry place, As the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.
Page 353 - Far called, our navies melt away ; On dune and headland sinks the fire : Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre...
Page 39 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...

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