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Side 23
... perfect end at last . It would be impossible , of course , in a single sermon to characterise fully any one of those great epochal movements in the history of Christian civilisation which has made modern Christendom what it is to - day ...
... perfect end at last . It would be impossible , of course , in a single sermon to characterise fully any one of those great epochal movements in the history of Christian civilisation which has made modern Christendom what it is to - day ...
Side 67
... perfect woman in it , steadfast in grave hope , and errorless purpose ; Cordelia , Desdemona , Isabella , Hermione , Imogen , Queen Catherine , Perdita , Sylvia , Viola , Rosalind , Helena , and last , and perhaps loveliest , Virgilia ...
... perfect woman in it , steadfast in grave hope , and errorless purpose ; Cordelia , Desdemona , Isabella , Hermione , Imogen , Queen Catherine , Perdita , Sylvia , Viola , Rosalind , Helena , and last , and perhaps loveliest , Virgilia ...
Side 72
... perfect free- dom " ? What is your definition of life ? How do you conceive of it to yourself ? Is it , do you think , as Shakespeare has elsewhere said " a tale told by an idiot , signifying nothing " ? or is it a mission of service to ...
... perfect free- dom " ? What is your definition of life ? How do you conceive of it to yourself ? Is it , do you think , as Shakespeare has elsewhere said " a tale told by an idiot , signifying nothing " ? or is it a mission of service to ...
Side 78
... perfect work ? Travellers in India tell us strange stories of how they have seen a magician make an orange tree spring and bloom and bear fruit all in half an hour . Absurd ! Yes . But that is the way many people seem to believe their ...
... perfect work ? Travellers in India tell us strange stories of how they have seen a magician make an orange tree spring and bloom and bear fruit all in half an hour . Absurd ! Yes . But that is the way many people seem to believe their ...
Side 79
... perfect work is only done by my spirit . The magician can never bring his thirty - nine oranges to market , because they can never nourish anybody , as those do which come in the old divine fashion of the patient sun and seasons ...
... perfect work is only done by my spirit . The magician can never bring his thirty - nine oranges to market , because they can never nourish anybody , as those do which come in the old divine fashion of the patient sun and seasons ...
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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.