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Страница 78 - Then cometh he to his disciples, and saith unto them, Sleep on now, and take your rest: behold, the hour is at hand, and the Son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going: behold, he is at hand that doth betray me.
Страница 52 - Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, ' "* Which to discover we must travel too.
Страница 55 - Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and Future Fears: To-morrow.'— Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
Страница 44 - We linger in pleasures that never are gone ; Like the waves of the summer, as one dies away, Another as sweet and as shining comes on. And the love that is o'er, in expiring gives birth To a new one as warm, as unequall'd in bliss ; And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this.
Страница 52 - Think, in this batter'd caravanserai Whose portals are alternate night and day, How Sultan after Sultan with his pomp Abode his destined hour and went his way.
Страница 44 - Come hither, come hither — by night and by day, We linger in pleasures that never are gone ; Like the waves of the summer, as one dies away, Another as sweet and as shining comes on.
Страница 107 - GARDEN. has reared. Passing slowly around it, we viewed the Taj from the bank of the river Jumna. At each of the four corners of its pedestal a marble minaret springs heavenward, like a silver arrow, piercing the air one hundred and forty feet above the pavement, and on the eastern as well as on the western side of the huge platform stands a graceful mosque. No doubt these mosques and minarets were deemed essential, lest this majestic edifice should turn me n's thoughts from heaven.
Страница 90 - I am the outcast villain who hath brought His benefactor to these bonds and death ! The scum of men ! There is no help for me ! For me no hope ! My crime is much too great ! The fearful crime no penance can make good ! Too late ! Too late ! For he is dead— and I— I am his murderer ! Thrice unhappy hour In which my mother gave me to the world ! How long must I drag on this life of shame, And bear these tortures in my outcast breast ? As one pest-stricken, flee the haunts of men, And be despised...
Страница 23 - True, therefore, is his simple epitaph: "His works do follow him" ; for not alone do the inhabitants of Ober-Ammergau, every ten years, enact the Passion Play; but, at frequent intervals, winter and summer, on a permanent stage, they still perform the secular plays adapted for them by their pastor. The spirit of this worthy priest, and his belief in the peculiar duty which this village had been set apart to do for Christ and for His church are well exemplified in his own lines: " Praise be to God!...