The Red Dragon: The National Magazine of Wales, Zväzok 4

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Charles Wilkins
Daniel Owen, Howell and Company, 1883

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Strana 418 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Strana 118 - If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre.
Strana 435 - Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and thou alone.
Strana 266 - Where sits the dame, disguised in look profound, And eyes her fairy "throng, and turns her wheel around. Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield : Her apron dyed in grain, as blue, I trow, As is the harebell that adorns the field...
Strana 435 - ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Strana 312 - Women" long ago Sung by the morning star of song, who made His music heard below ; Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts, that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still.
Strana 463 - ADAM, LILITH, AND EVE. ONE day it thundered and lightened. Two women, fairly frightened, Sank to their knees, transformed, transfixed, At the feet of the man who sat betwixt ; And " Mercy ! " cried each — "if I tell the truth Of a passage in my youth ! " Said This : " Do you mind the morning I met your love with scorning ? As the worst of the venom left my lips, I thought ' If, despite this lie, he strips The mask from my soul with a kiss — I crawl His slave, — soul, body and all ! ' " Said...
Strana 249 - Ethereal air, and ye swift-winged winds, Ye rivers springing from fresh founts, ye waves, That o'er th' interminable ocean wreath Your crisped smiles, thou all-producing earth, And thee, bright sun, I call, whose flaming orb Views the wide world beneath, see what, a god, I suffer from the gods ; with what fierce pains, Behold, what tortures for revolving ages I here must struggle ; such unseemly chains' This new-raised ruler of the gods devised.
Strana 435 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Strana 400 - I arrived. I saw in her the most beautiful and accomplished creature that ever blessed the sight and understanding of man. A most intelligent mind, an uncommonly correct judgment, a lively imagination, a cheerful disposition, a noble and generous way of thinking, an...

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