The Church Quarterly Review, Volumen39Arthur Cayley Headlam Spottiswoode, 1895 |
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... Lord Himself did not convince the Jews in the synagogue of Capernaum , or when they ' said , " If Thou be the Christ , tell us plainly , " and therefore His vicar ' might be equally unable to bring the Arians to their bearings ' ( p ...
... Lord Himself did not convince the Jews in the synagogue of Capernaum , or when they ' said , " If Thou be the Christ , tell us plainly , " and therefore His vicar ' might be equally unable to bring the Arians to their bearings ' ( p ...
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... Lord Incarnate . This faith , ' says the Council , referring to the Nicene Creed , ' ought to satisfy both you and us ' language not very like that of persons humbly awaiting an ex cathedra doctrinal utterance from Rome . Mr. Rivington ...
... Lord Incarnate . This faith , ' says the Council , referring to the Nicene Creed , ' ought to satisfy both you and us ' language not very like that of persons humbly awaiting an ex cathedra doctrinal utterance from Rome . Mr. Rivington ...
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... Lord ordered it , for I did not try to get them , nor have I ever before seen them ; ' and in their graphic record of the conflict through which the writer had been led into the peace that passeth understanding , she felt as though the Lord ...
... Lord ordered it , for I did not try to get them , nor have I ever before seen them ; ' and in their graphic record of the conflict through which the writer had been led into the peace that passeth understanding , she felt as though the Lord ...
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... Lord did me in granting them with such a deep repentance . Of a truth , Thou didst take , my King , the most delicate and painful punishment that could be for me , as One who well understood what would pain me most . With great gifts ...
... Lord did me in granting them with such a deep repentance . Of a truth , Thou didst take , my King , the most delicate and painful punishment that could be for me , as One who well understood what would pain me most . With great gifts ...
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... Lord had just shed it . It seemed to me that it was still warm , and the suavity I felt at that moment was excessive ; and the Lord said to me , " Daughter , I desire that thou shalt benefit by My blood , and fear not that My mercy ...
... Lord had just shed it . It seemed to me that it was still warm , and the suavity I felt at that moment was excessive ; and the Lord said to me , " Daughter , I desire that thou shalt benefit by My blood , and fear not that My mercy ...
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Página 116 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Página 121 - Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet- William with his homely cottage-smell, And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star.
Página 112 - If, in the paths of the world, Stones might have wounded thy feet, Toil or dejection have tried Thy spirit, of that we saw Nothing - to us thou wast still Cheerful, and helpful, and firm! Therefore to thee it was given Many to save with thyself; And, at the end of thy day, O faithful shepherd! to come, Bringing thy sheep in thy hand.
Página 473 - Still with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, Came on the following Feet, And a Voice above their beat— "Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me.
Página 472 - I fled Him, down the nights and down the days ; I fled Him, down the arches of the years ; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind ; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes, I sped ; And shot, precipitated Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat — and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet...
Página 117 - Still, still let me, as I gaze upon you, Feel my soul becoming vast like you!" From the intense, clear, star-sown vault of heaven, Over the lit sea's unquiet way, In the rustling night-air came the answer: "Wouldst thou be as these are?
Página 109 - We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure; And love, grown faint and fretful, With lips but half regretful Sighs, and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure.
Página 463 - Low, like another's, lies the laurelled head : The life that seemed a perfect song is o'er : Carry the last great bard to his last bed. Land that he loved, thy noblest voice is mute. Land that he loved, that loved him ! nevermore Meadow of thine, smooth lawn or wild seashore, Gardens of odorous bloom and tremulous fruit, Or woodlands old, like Druid couches spread, The master's feet shall tread. Death's little rift hath rent the faultless lute: The singer of undying songs is dead.
Página 117 - ye stars, ye waters, On my heart your mighty charm renew; Still, still let me, as I gaze upon you, Feel my soul becoming vast like you...
Página 117 - And with joy the stars perform their shining, And the sea its long moon-silvered roll; For self-poised they live, nor pine with noting All the fever of some differing soul. "Bounded by themselves, and unregardful In what state God's other works may be, In their own tasks all their powers pouring, These attain the mighty life you see.