McEvoy Magazine, Tập 6

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Thomas J. McEvoy, 1913
 

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Trang 255 - Grave Alice and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence ; Yet I know by their merry eyes, They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise.
Trang 611 - Woe unto the world because of offences ; for it must needs be that offences come, but woe to that man by whom the offence cometh.
Trang 613 - Observe good faith and justice toward all nations; cultivate peace and harmony with all. Religion and morality enjoin this conduct, and can it be that good policy does not equally enjoin it...
Trang 157 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said: "Now must we pray, For lo! the very stars are gone. Brave Adm'r'l, speak; what shall I say?" "Why, say: 'Sail on! sail on! and on!
Trang 256 - They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!
Trang 192 - Dark lightning flashed from Roderick's eye: 'Soars thy presumption, then, so high, Because a wretched kern ye slew, Homage to name to Roderick Dhu? ' He yields not, he, to man nor Fate! Thou add'st but fuel to my hate; — My clansman's blood demands revenge. Not yet prepared? — By heaven, I change My thought, and hold thy valour light As that of some vain carpet knight, Who ill deserved my courteous' care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair.
Trang 193 - Who ill deserved my courteous care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair." — " I thank thee, Roderick, for the word ! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell ! and, ruth, begone ! — Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud Chief!
Trang 611 - Peace! peace! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun ! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field.
Trang 42 - To be honest, to be kind — to earn a little and to spend a little less, to make upon the whole a family happier for his presence, to renounce when that shall be necessary and not be embittered, to keep a few friends but these without capitulation — above all, on the same grim condition, to keep friends with himself — here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude and delicacy.
Trang 191 - Bold Saxon ! to his promise just, Vich.Alpine has discharged his trust This murderous chief, this ruthless man, This head of a rebellious clan, Hath led thee safe, through watch and ward, Far past...

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