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Pagina ii
... NATION . A General Communion . 258 How Worlds Are Formed 51 An Agnostic Defeat 777 Conquest 130 ECONOMIST . " Apollo Smiled " 179 Delhi and the Durbar . 60 " Bone of my Bone " 240 British Diplomacy in Persia . 116 : The Art of Story ...
... NATION . A General Communion . 258 How Worlds Are Formed 51 An Agnostic Defeat 777 Conquest 130 ECONOMIST . " Apollo Smiled " 179 Delhi and the Durbar . 60 " Bone of my Bone " 240 British Diplomacy in Persia . 116 : The Art of Story ...
Pagina iii
... Nation to Ransom 771 The Dream of Perpetual Peace 237 Telling the Weather 309 • OUTLOOK . Courage . 450 • Socialist Sunday - Schools 121 Insult as a Fine Art 508 The Socialist Danger 188 Analogies . M. Bergson on Comedy . 315 I. The ...
... Nation to Ransom 771 The Dream of Perpetual Peace 237 Telling the Weather 309 • OUTLOOK . Courage . 450 • Socialist Sunday - Schools 121 Insult as a Fine Art 508 The Socialist Danger 188 Analogies . M. Bergson on Comedy . 315 I. The ...
Pagina v
... Nation to Ransom . By Harold Cox . 771 633 195 Hooker , Sir Joseph 182 House of Night , The . By V. H. 571 • Friedlaender 578 251 706 How Worlds are Formed . By Professor G. M. Minchin . 51 Impenetrability of Pooh - Bah , The . English ...
... Nation to Ransom . By Harold Cox . 771 633 195 Hooker , Sir Joseph 182 House of Night , The . By V. H. 571 • Friedlaender 578 251 706 How Worlds are Formed . By Professor G. M. Minchin . 51 Impenetrability of Pooh - Bah , The . English ...
Pagina vi
... Nation to . By Harold Cox . · Reality in Poetry . By Laurence Housman · Rembrandt , The Growth of Renaissance , Our Share in the . By March Phillips 322 697 436 Rescue , The ; or Gallant Behavior 745 699 at Oxford . By Evoe . Rest after ...
... Nation to . By Harold Cox . · Reality in Poetry . By Laurence Housman · Rembrandt , The Growth of Renaissance , Our Share in the . By March Phillips 322 697 436 Rescue , The ; or Gallant Behavior 745 699 at Oxford . By Evoe . Rest after ...
Pagina 1
... NATION IX . Edward Lear . ATHENEUM X. At the Sign of the Plough . Paper XI . The Pilgrim's Progress . ( Answers ) . By Arthur C. Benson . CORNHILL MAGAZINE · XI . Royal and Elderly . By A. T. Quiller - Couch .. XII . William . ( A ...
... NATION IX . Edward Lear . ATHENEUM X. At the Sign of the Plough . Paper XI . The Pilgrim's Progress . ( Answers ) . By Arthur C. Benson . CORNHILL MAGAZINE · XI . Royal and Elderly . By A. T. Quiller - Couch .. XII . William . ( A ...
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Pagina 194 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Pagina 477 - And she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
Pagina 189 - He asked water, and she gave him milk; She brought forth butter in a lordly dish. She put her hand to the nail, And her right hand to the workman's hammer; And with the hammer she smote Sisera, She smote off his head, When she had pierced and stricken through his temples. At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: At her feet he bowed, he fell: Where he bowed, there he fell down dead.
Pagina 189 - The mother of Sisera looked out at a window and cried through the lattice Why is his chariot so long in coming? why tarry the wheels of his chariots?
Pagina 652 - Now was I come up in Spirit through the flaming sword, into the paradise of God. All things were new; and all the creation gave another smell unto me than before, beyond what words can utter.
Pagina 189 - I shall see him, but not now ; I shall behold him, but not nigh : there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy all the children of Sheth.
Pagina 193 - Take the cloak from his face, and at first Let the corpse do its worst. How he lies in his rights of a man ! Death has done all death can. And absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance — both strike On his senses alike, And are lost in the solemn and strange Surprise of the change. Ha, what avails death to erase His offence, my disgrace? I would we were boys as of old In the field, by the fold— His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn Were so easily...
Pagina 275 - ... own. The lady in question, at all events, with her slightly Michaelangelesque squareness, her eyes of other days, her full lips, her long neck, her recorded jewels, her brocaded and wasted reds, was a very great personage — only unaccompanied by a joy. And she was dead, dead, dead. Milly recognised her exactly in words that had nothing to do with her. " I shall never be better than this.
Pagina 189 - Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! O think na ye my heart was sair When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair ! There did she swoon wi' meikle care On fair Kirconnell lea.
Pagina 194 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.