The Cambrian, Količina 26

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T.J. Griffiths, 1906
 

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Stran 368 - And I, even I Artaxerxes the king, do make a decree to all the treasurers which are beyond the river, that whatsoever Ezra the priest, the scribe of the law of the God of heaven...
Stran 273 - IT singeth low in every heart, We hear it each and all, — A song of those who answer not, However we may call. They throng the silence of the breast ; We see them as of yore, — The kind, the true, the brave, the sweet, Who walk with us no more.
Stran 64 - To live content with small means. To seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion. To be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich.
Stran 343 - Its development then is not like a mathematical theorem worked out on paper, in which each successive advance is a pure evolution from a foregoing, but it is carried on through individuals and bodies of men; it employs their minds as instruments, and depends upon them while it uses them.
Stran 343 - In short, all the symptoms which I have ever met with in History, previous to great Changes and Revolutions in Government, now exist and daily increase in France."/ Chapter III — Viaticum.
Stran 242 - For, we know, not every morrow Can be sad; So, forgetting all the sorrow We have had, Let us fold away our fears, And put by our foolish tears, And through all the coming years Just be glad.
Stran 12 - THE SALUTATION These little limbs, These eyes and hands which here I find, These rosy cheeks wherewith my life begins, Where have ye been? Behind What curtain were ye from me hid so long! Where was, in what abyss, my speaking tongue?
Stran 13 - BUT that which most I wonder at, which most I did esteem my bliss, which most I boast, And ever shall enjoy, is that within I felt no stain nor spot of sin. No darkness then did overshade, But all within was pure and bright, No guilt did crush nor fear invade, But all my soul was full of light. A joyful sense and purity Is all I can remember, The very night to me was bright, 'Twas Summer in December.
Stran 246 - The eye of the trained hawk, the glance of the threemewed falcon was not brighter than hers. Her bosom was more snowy than the breast of the white swan, her cheek was redder than the reddest roses.
Stran 94 - For the LORD will plead their cause, and spoil the soul of those that spoiled them.

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