The Monthly Religious Magazine and Independent Journal, Volumen23

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Leonard C. Bowles, 1860
 

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Página 190 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Página 247 - Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired.
Página 127 - But they constrained him saying, Abide with us; for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.
Página 305 - Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day.
Página 304 - His genuine self, and force him to obey Even in his own despite his being's law, Bade through the deep recesses of our breast The unregarded river of our life Pursue with indiscernible flow its way; And that we should not see The buried stream, and seem to be Eddying at large in blind uncertainty, Though driving on with it eternally.
Página 196 - And there are also many other things which Jesus did, the which, if they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that should be written.
Página 303 - LIGHT flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet ! I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes, yes, we know that we can jest, We know, we know that we can smile ! But there's a something in this breast, To which thy light words bring no rest, And thy gay smiles no anodyne.
Página 323 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung...
Página 41 - Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ...
Página 195 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang Imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.

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