Macmillan's Magazine, Volume 19

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Macmillan and Company, 1869
 

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Page 377 - But he that is married careth for the things that are of the world, how he may please his wife. 34 There is difference also between a wife and a virgin. The unmarried woman careth for the things of the Lord, that she may be holy both in body and in spirit : but she that is married careth for the things of the world, how she may please her husband.
Page 191 - This is the same voice : can thy soul know change ? Hail then, and hearken from the realms of help! Never may I commence my song, my due To God who best taught song by gift of thee, Except with bent head and beseeching hand — That still, despite the distance and the dark What was, again may be; some interchange Of grace, some splendor once thy very thought, Some benediction anciently thy smile...
Page 381 - I stood at Naples once, a night so dark I could have scarce conjectured there was earth anywhere, sky or sea or world at all : but the night's black was burst through by a blaze — thunder struck blow on blow, earth groaned and bore, through her whole length of mountain visible : there lay the city thick and plain with spires, and, like a ghost disshrouded, white the sea.
Page 281 - Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves, Himself in bonds under Philistian yoke.
Page 311 - FOR a sculptor's hand, That thou might'st take thy stand, Thy wild hair floating on the eastern breeze, Thy tranced yet open gaze Fix'd on the desert haze, As one who deep in Heaven some airy pageant sees. In outline dim and vast Their fearful shadows cast The giant forms of empires on their way To ruin : one by one They tower and they are gone, Yet in the Prophet's soul the dreams of avarice stay.
Page 30 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
Page 197 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Page 312 - There's not a strain to Memory dear, Nor flower in classic grove ; There's not a sweet note warbled here, But minds us of Thy love ; O Lord, our Lord, and spoiler of our foes, There is no light but Thine ; with Thee all beauty glows.
Page 255 - Constancy of form in the grouping of the molecules, and not constancy of the molecules themselves, is the correlative of this constancy of perception. Life is a wave which in no two consecutive moments of its existence is composed of the same particles.
Page 191 - O lyric Love, half angel and half bird, And all a wonder and a wild desire, — Boldest of hearts that ever braved the sun, Took sanctuary within the holier blue, And sang a kindred soul out to his face, — Yet human at the red-ripe of the heart — When the first summons from the darkling earth Reached thee amid thy chambers, blanched...

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