The National Magazine: Devoted to Literature, Art, and Religion, Volume 7Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1855 |
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... called Beit Allah - the House of God . It is a quad- rilateral tower , the sides and angles of which are unequal — so that its plan forms a true trapezium . The size of the edifice , and the black cloth which covers it , make this ...
... called Beit Allah - the House of God . It is a quad- rilateral tower , the sides and angles of which are unequal — so that its plan forms a true trapezium . The size of the edifice , and the black cloth which covers it , make this ...
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... called by the Arabs , Zouera - et- Tahtah , -the lower Zoar , or Zoar at the foot of the hills . It has taken us twenty minutes to reach the spot - the distance being about one mile and a quarter - which corresponds singularly with the ...
... called by the Arabs , Zouera - et- Tahtah , -the lower Zoar , or Zoar at the foot of the hills . It has taken us twenty minutes to reach the spot - the distance being about one mile and a quarter - which corresponds singularly with the ...
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... called Guerrino di Dur- azzo il Meschino ; while the English critic , Warton , determined to adduce the real clew to the Italian poet's merits , refers it now to Le Voye ou le Songe d ' Enfer , a poem of 1180 , by Raoul de Hondane ; and ...
... called Guerrino di Dur- azzo il Meschino ; while the English critic , Warton , determined to adduce the real clew to the Italian poet's merits , refers it now to Le Voye ou le Songe d ' Enfer , a poem of 1180 , by Raoul de Hondane ; and ...
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... called to its mate in this lonesome part of my daily journey , but that it startled me ; every mark along the dust I construed into the trail of a snake , and every tree , taller than the rest , I singled as a mark for the lightning ...
... called to its mate in this lonesome part of my daily journey , but that it startled me ; every mark along the dust I construed into the trail of a snake , and every tree , taller than the rest , I singled as a mark for the lightning ...
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... called " Father Christopher ! " " Make as sweet a voice as you may , " he cried , " you shall not deceive me , vile imp of the pit - I will stab you through and through ; " and as he spoke he made a desperate rush , hewing the darkness ...
... called " Father Christopher ! " " Make as sweet a voice as you may , " he cried , " you shall not deceive me , vile imp of the pit - I will stab you through and through ; " and as he spoke he made a desperate rush , hewing the darkness ...
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Página 4 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Página 7 - Now lost to all : her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Página 30 - Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of Power divine, Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love. 19 Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Página 7 - Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's fenceless limits...
Página 5 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Página 6 - Yet count our gains! This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same. Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds...
Página 9 - Redress the rigors of the inclement clime ; Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain ; Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain : Teach him, that states of native strength possest...
Página 341 - Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted, Neither turneth he back from the sword.
Página 46 - For, behold, I create new heavens and a new earth : and the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind. But be ye glad and rejoice for ever in that which I create : for, behold, I create Jerusalem a rejoicing, and her people a joy.
Página 132 - John ! Toss the light ball, bestride the stick (I knew so many cakes would make him sick). With fancies buoyant as the thistledown, Prompting the face grotesque and antic brisk With many a lamblike frisk ! (He's got the scissors snipping at your gown !) Thou pretty opening rose...