Literature: An International Gazette of Criticism, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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Harper., 1897
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Page 176 - Beneath Whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget lest we forget...
Page 176 - The tumult and the shouting dies The captains and the kings depart Still stands Thine ancient Sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget lest we forget...
Page 169 - They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahram, that great Hunter the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.
Page 137 - It is only within the last quarter of a century that the United States have produced anything like a distinctive American literature.
Page 169 - Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Page 198 - Butler. THE AUTHORESS OF THE ODYSSEY, WHERE AND WHEN SHE WROTE, WHO SHE WAS, THE USE SHE MADE OF THE ILIAD, AND HOW THE POEM GREW UNDER HER HANDS. By SAMUEL BUTLER, Author of ' Erewhon,
Page 176 - Far-called, our navies melt away ; On dune and headland sinks the fire : Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre ! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget lest we forget ! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget lest we forget...
Page 306 - I mourned with thousands, but as one More deeply grieved, for He was gone Whose light I hailed when first it shone, And showed my youth How Verse may build a princely throne On humble truth.
Page 3 - One day she said to her nephew, " Alfred, Alfred, when I look at you, I think of the words of Holy Scripture 'Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire.
Page 74 - He found the world, physical and social, in ruins, and his mission was to restore it in the way, not of science, but of nature, not as if setting about to do it, not professing to do it by any set time or by any rare specific or by any series of strokes, but so quietly, patiently, gradually, that often, till the work was done, it was not known to be doing. It was a restoration, rather than a visitation, correction, or conversion.

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