The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, 35. kötet

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W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1850

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430. oldal - from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell like a falling star— 'Excelsior!' " We are sorry to say that the only poem of any length contained in this volume we have as yet been unable to accomplish a perusal of: the metre is a formidable impediment which we are unable to surmount. We therefore leave
297. oldal - the resurrection of Jesus.—" Behold, there was a great earthquake, for the angel of the Lord descended from Heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door " (of the sepulchre) " and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow, and for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men;
430. oldal - was found— Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device— 'Excelsior!' " There in the twilight cold and grey, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay ; Ami from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell like a falling star— 'Excelsior!
429. oldal - sees a hand dim in the distance pointing to the path, and forbidding him to tarry— " ' Oh, stay,' the maiden said, ' and rest Thy weary head upon this breast !' A tear stood in his bright blue eye ; But still he answered, with a sigh,
297. oldal - his raiment white as snow, and for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men;" and, " behold some of the watch came into the city and showed unto the chief priests all the things that were done.
297. oldal - and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow, and for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men;
426. oldal - rude poetic strains. From remote and sunless suburbs came they to the friendly guild, Building nests in Fame's great temple, as in spouts the swallows build ; As the weaver plied the shuttle, wove he, too, the mystic rhyme, And the smith his iron measures, hammered to the anvil's chime. Thanking God, whose
431. oldal - He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life. " They, the holy ones and weakly, Who .the cross of suffering bore ; Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with
426. oldal - Dürer, the evangelist of art. Here, in silence and in sorrow, toiled he still with busy hand ; Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the better land. ' Emigravit' is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies, Dead he is not—but departed—for the artist never dies. Fairer seems the ancient city, and the sunshine seems more fair, That he once
291. oldal - and beheld all the plain of Jordan that it was well watered everywhere, before the Lord destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah, even as the garden of the Lord, like the land of

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