 ... could not bear God's love with this new race to share. But yet God's tables open stand, His guests flock in from every land. Some kind act toward the race of men May toss us into Heaven again. A game of chess is all we see, — And God the player,...  The Poetry of the Orient - Page 76by William Rounseville Alger - 1865 - 337 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Charles Carroll Bombaugh - Literature - 1860 - 538 pages
...of chess is all we see, — And God the player, pieees we. White, black, — queen, pawn, — 'tis all the same; For on both sides he plays the game. Moved to and fro, from good to ill, Wo rise and fall as suits his will." The Caliph said, " If this be so I know not; bnt thy guile I know;... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1871 - 968 pages
...the player, pieces we. White, black — qneen, pawn, — Ч is all the same, For on both sides lie y VF R }Ϫ 9 B A 9 ĝ l 2^O/ Mctn f 1 2H m^ eaid, " If this be so, I know not, but thy guile I know ; For how can I thy words believe, When even... | |
 | American poetry - 1872 - 900 pages
...we. White, black — queen, pawn, — Ч is all thesame, For on both sides he plays the game. M lived to and fro, from good to ill, We rise and fall as...thy words believe, When even God thou didst deceive Î A sea of lies art thon, — our sin Only a drop that sea within." " Not so," said Satan, " I serve... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1873 - 906 pages
...game of chess is all we see, — And God the player, pieces we. White, black — queen, pawn, — Ч e, Paining with eloquence her balmy side ; As though...XXIV. A casement high and triple-arched there was, I A sea of lies art thou, — our sin Only a drop that sea within." " Not so," said Satan, " I serve... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1877 - 630 pages
...wine. God's finger rested on my brow, — That magic touch, I feel it now ! 1 fell, 't is true — 0, ask not why, For still to God I turn my eye. It was...suits his will" The Caliph said, " If this be so, 1 know not, but thy guile I know ; For how can I thy words believe, When even God thou didst deceive... | |
 | Henry Coppée - Literature - 1900 - 524 pages
..."A game of chess is all we see, And God the player, pieces we. " White, black—queen, pawn—'tis all the same, For on both sides he plays the game....When even God thou didst deceive ? "A sea of lies art thou—our sin Only a drop that sea within." " Not so," said Satan ; " I serve God— His angel now,... | |
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