John L. Stoddard's Lectures: Canada. Malta. Gibraltar

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Balch Brothers., 1897
 

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Pàgina 331 - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Pàgina 223 - Our deeds still travel with us from afar, And what we have been makes us what we are.
Pàgina 224 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Fast's blood-rusted key.
Pàgina 255 - The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes — or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two — is gone.
Pàgina 76 - Great fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite 'em, And little fleas have lesser fleas, and so ad infinitum.
Pàgina 67 - The cypresses of Scutari, In stern magnificence look down On the bright lake and stream of sea, And glittering theatre of town : Above the throng of rich kiosks, Above the towers in triple tire, Above the domes of loftiest mosques These pinnacles of death aspire.
Pàgina 160 - It is said to be the stone which the angel rolled away from the mouth of the sepulchre.
Pàgina 213 - How is the gold become dim," he might exclaim in the words of an ancient lamentation—" how is the gold become dim, and the most fine gold changed...
Pàgina 202 - Bouillon, the most devoted of the crusader knights. The prince refused the title and vestments of royalty, declaring that he would never wear a crown of gold in the city where his Lord and Master had worn a crown of thorns. The only title he would accept was that of
Pàgina 254 - EDWIN H. COLBERT INTRODUCTION He who stands on the crest of one of the great ridges within the Connecticut Valley views a panorama of natural beauty stretching to the north and south as far as the eye can see. Through the center of the valley flows the Connecticut River, bordered by fields and woodlands. Here and there along its course lie cities and towns and factories. Beneath the warm June sun the valley is a scene of green and tranquil beauty. In the hazy light of an autumn day it is a patchwork...