Poems, Essays and FragmentsA. & H. Bradlaugh Bonner, 1892 - 267 sivua |
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Sivu 132 - And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief : for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove ; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.
Sivu 109 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Sivu 95 - Wherefore I say unto you, All manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men; but the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven unto men. And whosoever speaketh a word against the Son of man, it shall be forgiven him. But whosoever speaketh against the Holy Ghost, it shall not be forgiven him, neither in this world, neither in the world to come.
Sivu 181 - I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition ; They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins; They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God; Not one is dissatisfied — not one is demented with the mania of owning things ; Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago ; Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole earth.
Sivu 175 - I greet you at the beginning of a great career, which yet must have had a long foreground somewhere, for such a start. I rubbed my eyes a little, to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is a sober certainty. It has the best merits — namely, of fortifying and encouraging.
Sivu 111 - What it will be Questioned When the Sun rises do you not see a round Disk of fire somewhat like a Guinea O no no I see an Innumerable company of the Heavenly host crying Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God Almighty...
Sivu 127 - I HAVE no name ; I am but two days old.' What shall I call thee? ' I happy am, Joy is my name.' Sweet joy befall thee ! Pretty joy ! Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sivu 130 - The soul awakes, and, wond'ring, sees In her mild hand the golden keys. The grave is heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait ; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold ! To dedicate to England's Queen The visions that my soul has seen, And, by her kind permission bring What I have borne on solemn wing From the vast regions of the grave, Before her throne my wings I wave, Bowing before my sov'reign's feet : The Grave produced these blossoms sweet, In mild...
Sivu 180 - I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
Sivu 130 - GRAVE." To QUEEN CHAKLOTTE. HE door of Death is made of gold, That mortal eyes cannot behold : But, when the mortal eyes are closed, And cold and pale the limbs reposed, The soul awakes, and, wondering, sees In her mild hand the golden keys.