Saint Pauls Magazine, 7. cilt

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Anthony Trollope
Virtue and Company, 1871

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Sayfa 270 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Sayfa 264 - The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too — So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, "O heart I made, a heart beats here! "Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself! "Thou hast no power nor may'st conceive of mine, "But love I gave thee, with myself to love, "And thou must love me who have died for thee!
Sayfa 498 - I'll read, his for his love.' XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face...
Sayfa 478 - It has come to be practically a sort of rule in literature, that a man having once shown himself capable of original writing, is entitled thenceforth to steal from the writings of others at discretion. Thought is the property of him who can entertain it and of him who can adequately place it. A certain awkwardness marks the use of borrowed thoughts ; but as soon as we have learned what to do with them they become our own.
Sayfa 261 - Of glory on either side that meagre thread, Which, conscious of, he must not enter yet — The spiritual life around the earthly life ! The law of that is known to him as this, His heart and brain move there, his feet stay here.
Sayfa 273 - Not see? because of night perhaps? - Why, day Came back again for that! before it left, The dying sunset kindled through a cleft: The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay, 'Now stab and end the creature - to the heft!
Sayfa 270 - For each glance of the eye so bright and black, Though I keep with heart's endeavour, — Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back, Though it stay in my soul for ever ! — Yet I will but say what mere friends say, Or only a thought stronger ; I will hold your hand but as long as all may, Or so very little longer...
Sayfa 270 - To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest? May I take your hand in mine? Mere friends are we, — well, friends the merest Keep much that I...
Sayfa 272 - The air broke into a mist with bells, The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries. Had I said, "Good folk, mere noise repels — "But give me your sun from yonder skies!" They had answered, "And afterward, what else?
Sayfa 386 - We shall not meet in this world nor the next, But where will God be absent? In His face Is light, but in His shadow healing too: Let Guido touch the shadow and be healed!

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