THE GOODLY FRAME THE EARTH STRAY IMPRESSIONS OF SCENES, INCIDENTS AND PERSONS IN A JOURNAL TOUCHING JAPAN, CHINA, EGYPT, PALESTINE AND GREECE

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Page 213 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots...
Page 183 - One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Page 334 - She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks : Among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her : All her friends have dealt treacherously with her, They are become her enemies.
Page 82 - Dr Franklin then arose, and with his usual dignified simplicity, said, ''George Washington — the Joshua, who commanded the sun and moon to stand still ; and they obeyed him.
Page 279 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Page 225 - Said Jesus, on whom be peace, 'The world is a bridge, pass over it, but build no house there. He who hopeth for an hour may hope for eternity ; the world is but an hour, spend it in devotion: the rest is worth nothing.
Page 282 - Man is only a reed, the weakest in nature, but he is a thinking reed.
Page 22 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Page 201 - ... beautifully illustrated in the life of its founder. Indeed, in original Buddhism, pessimism served but as the negative to a positive, but as the vanishing point of the finite for entrance on non-finite blessedness. It was the Oriental solution of the paradox of losing the life to find it, of the paradox of St. Paul, " poor, yet making many rich, having nothing, and yet possessing all things.
Page 194 - Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

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