The Atlantic Monthly, Volumen98

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Atlantic Monthly Company, 1906

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Página 418 - SAVE me, O God ; for the waters are come in unto my soul. I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
Página 419 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters : Who maketh the clouds his chariot: Who walketh upon the wings of the wind...
Página 425 - Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him ; he hath put him to grief: When thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, He shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, And the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.
Página 751 - Marlow was not typical (if his propensity to spin yarns be excepted), and to him the meaning of an episode was not inside like a kernel but outside, enveloping the tale which brought it out only as a glow brings out a haze, in the likeness of one of these misty halos that sometimes are made visible by the spectral illumination of moonshine.
Página 498 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...
Página 420 - My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, And as the stream of brooks they pass away; Which are blackish by reason of the ice, And wherein the snow is hid: What time they wax warm, they vanish: When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
Página 144 - They say that thou wert, lovely from thy birth, Of glorious parents thou aspiring Child : I wonder not, for One then left this earth Whose life was like a setting planet mild, Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled Of its departing glory ; still her fame Shines on thee, through the tempests dark and wild Which shake these latter days ; and thou canst claim The shelter, from thy Sire, of an immortal name.
Página 419 - Thou crownest the year with Thy goodness ; And Thy paths drop fatness. They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness : And the little hills rejoice on every side. The pastures are clothed with flocks ; The valleys also are covered over with corn ; They shout for joy, they also sing.
Página 419 - LORD, all his works in all places of his dominion : bless the LORD, O my soul. PSALM CIV. "DLESS the LORD, O my soul. O LORD *~* my God, thou art very great ; thou art clothed with honour and majesty : Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment : who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain...
Página 418 - COME, let us sing unto the Lord: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.

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