Lux Christi: An Outline Study of India, a Twilight Land

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Macmillan, 1902 - 280 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 81 - Take up the White Man's burden Send forth the best ye breed Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half devil and half child. Take up the White Man's Burden...
Pàgina 174 - The martyr first whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave, Who saw his Master in the sky And called on Him to save.
Pàgina 87 - O masters, lords, and rulers in all lands, How will the Future reckon with this Man? How answer his brute question in that hour When whirlwinds of rebellion shake all shores?
Pàgina 73 - We hold ourselves bound to the natives of our Indian territories by the same obligations of duty which bind us to all our other subjects, and those obligations, by the blessing of Almighty God, we shall faithfully and conscientiously fulfil.
Pàgina 123 - At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ? ' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn.
Pàgina 174 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain: His blood-red banner streams afar: Who follows in His train?
Pàgina 174 - A noble army: men and boys, The matron and the maid ; Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, In robes of light arrayed. They climbed the steep ascent of heaven Through peril, toil, and pain : O God, to us may grace be given To follow in their train.
Pàgina 39 - Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world : Where they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands, Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring deeps and fiery sands, Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning tho...
Pàgina 81 - Take up the White Man's burden Ye dare not stoop to less Nor call too loud on freedom To cloak your weariness; By all ye cry or whisper, By all ye leave or do, The silent, sullen peoples Shall weigh your Gods and you.
Pàgina 30 - ... nor aught ; Then there was neither sky nor atmosphere above. What then enshrouded all this teeming universe? In the receptacle of what was it contained ? Was it enveloped in the gulf profound of water? Then was there neither death nor immortality ; Then was there neither day, nor night, nor light, nor darkness, Only the Existent One breathed calmly, self-contained.

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