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Страница 304 - 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 166 - When You and I behind the Veil are past, Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last, Which of our Coming and Departure heeds As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.
Страница 158 - 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 316 - 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 187 - Sacred to the perpetual memory of a great company of Christian people, chiefly women and children, who, near this spot, were cruelly massacred by the followers of the rebel Nana Dhoondopunt of Bithoor, and cast, the dying...
Страница 166 - 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 158 - 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 279 - Come unto me, all ye that labor, and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
Страница 307 - ... illegally. Such an assertion from the lips of any mere man was blasphemous. If a false prophet deserved to die, how much more he who made himself equal with God ! Was it for this that He was, in fact, condemned ? When nothing worthy of death could be proved against Him by the witnesses, Caiaphas...