The Eagle, Volume 17

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W. Metcalfe, 1893
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Page 490 - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
Page 516 - Dans le vieux parc solitaire et glacé Deux formes ont tout à l'heure passé. Leurs yeux sont morts et leurs lèvres sont molles, Et l'on entend à peine leurs paroles.
Page 681 - The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
Page 642 - But not of kings. The forest deer, being struck, Runs to an herb' that closeth up the wounds; But, when the imperial lion's flesh is gored, He rends and tears it with his wrathful paw, And highly scorning that the lowly earth Should drink his blood, mounts up to the air.
Page 644 - Return it back and dip it in my blood. Commend me to my son, and bid him rule Better than I. Yet how have I transgress'd, Unless it be with too much clemency?
Page 139 - Thou makest him to have dominion of the works of Thy hands ; and Thou hast put all things in subjection under his feet...
Page 647 - Two kings in England cannot reign at once. But stay awhile, let me be king till night, That I may gaze upon this glittering crown...
Page 551 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 637 - Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss?
Page 646 - The god of war resigns his room to me, Meaning to make me general of the world : Jove, viewing me in arms, looks pale and wan, Fearing my power should* pull him from his throne...

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