Travellers' Talk on England's CrisisLondon, 1884 |
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
admire agree answer Archbishop atheism believe better Bishop Bradlaugh Canton Catholic CHAPTER Charles Dickens cheers Church of England Clair clergy Colonel contrast cried Crisis of England Democracy Divine doctrine Dryasdust Elmhurst English eyes fact faith Genoa Gladstone Gladstone's ground hand hear heart honour hour House of Commons House of Lords Iliad impossible Ireland Irish Jesuits labour land Listen lived London Lord Lothair matter means Mecænas ment merely mind Minister Monera moral morning nature never once opinion party Pope Popery Popish present priest Professor Protestant Protestantism question Reformation religion remember rest Ritualism Ritualists Roman Rome Saltoun secret silence Smiff solitude soul speak speaker speech stand story Street suppose talk tell thing thou thought tion voice Voirons W. E. Gladstone Whigs words
Passatges populars
Pàgina 341 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope...
Pàgina 189 - Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Pàgina 144 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Pàgina 341 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Pàgina 100 - Ah! slowly sink Behind the western ridge, thou glorious Sun! Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb, Ye purple heath-flowers! richlier burn, ye clouds! Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves! And kindle, thou blue Ocean! So my friend Struck with deep joy, may stand, as I have stood, Silent with swimming sense...
Pàgina 250 - Self-gathered for an outbreak, as it ought, Chafes in the censer. Leave we the unlettered plain its herd and crop; Seek we sepulture On a tall mountain, citied to the top, Crowded with culture!
Pàgina 249 - Now on whom dost thou trust, that thou rebellest against me ? Now, behold, thou trustest upon the staff of this bruised reed, even upon Egypt, on which if a man lean, it will go into his hand, and pierce it: so is Pharaoh king of Egypt unto all that trust on him.
Pàgina 89 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Pàgina 364 - There is a poor, blind Samson in this land, Shorn of his strength, and bound in bonds of steel, Who may, in some grim revel, raise his hand, And shake the pillars of this Commonweal, Till the vast Temple of our liberties A shapeless mass of wreck and rubbish lies.
Pàgina 160 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!