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... were gradually wreathed round with a gorgeous mist of legend and romance , but at least he left behind a memory and a tradition of a settled government and of a noble and extensive scheme of polity 24 International Peace.
... were gradually wreathed round with a gorgeous mist of legend and romance , but at least he left behind a memory and a tradition of a settled government and of a noble and extensive scheme of polity 24 International Peace.
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... memory of the Pentecostal pro- mise , ought we to speak of the book as uninspired ? It is true that such a code as that of Grotius could not have arisen in any country where the jurisprudence of Ancient Rome had not been the fountain of ...
... memory of the Pentecostal pro- mise , ought we to speak of the book as uninspired ? It is true that such a code as that of Grotius could not have arisen in any country where the jurisprudence of Ancient Rome had not been the fountain of ...
Side 28
... memory the parting benediction of the great Master in the memorable words with which he closes : " A safe and honoured peace is not too dearly bought if it may be had by foregoing as well the offending , as the charges and damages of ...
... memory the parting benediction of the great Master in the memorable words with which he closes : " A safe and honoured peace is not too dearly bought if it may be had by foregoing as well the offending , as the charges and damages of ...
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... the holy memories of Whitsuntide , the commemo- ration this week by English Churchmen of their great statesman's death - day a year ago takes us back in thought to an old man's prophetic dream : 30 International Peace.
... the holy memories of Whitsuntide , the commemo- ration this week by English Churchmen of their great statesman's death - day a year ago takes us back in thought to an old man's prophetic dream : 30 International Peace.
Side 31
... memory of blessing to all civilised peoples , speaks in unmistakable tones of a young man's vision . Can there be any Christian in this place to - day who , recalling the ancient Pentecostal prophecy and promise of which I have spoken ...
... memory of blessing to all civilised peoples , speaks in unmistakable tones of a young man's vision . Can there be any Christian in this place to - day who , recalling the ancient Pentecostal prophecy and promise of which I have spoken ...
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Side 72 - With the help of your good hands. Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
Side 148 - In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
Side 49 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Side 91 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Side 71 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Side 81 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
Side 29 - Ah! when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal Peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
Side 1 - Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more ? Is his mercy clean gone for ever? doth his promise fail for evermore? Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies?
Side 123 - Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you. Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten. Your gold and silver is cankered ; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for the last days.
Side 22 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Conies silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.