Zealandia: A Monthly Magazine of New Zealand Literature, by New Zealand Authors, Band 11889 |
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Seite 410 - And Moses stretched out his hand over the sea; and the LORD caused the sea to go back by a strong east wind all that night, and made the sea dry land, and the waters were divided. And the children of Israel went into the midst of the sea upon the dry ground: and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand, and on their left.
Seite 136 - God be thanked for books. They are the voices of the distant and the dead, and make us heirs of the spiritual life of past ages.
Seite 679 - ... on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful: And both were young — yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Seite 191 - SEA and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match, And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each!
Seite 193 - Meanwhile the Tuscan army, Right glorious to behold, Came flashing back the noonday light, Rank behind rank, like surges bright Of a broad sea of gold. Four hundred trumpets sounded A peal of warlike glee, As that great host, with measured tread, And spears advanced, and ensigns spread, Rolled slowly towards the bridge's head, Where stood the dauntless Three. The Three stood calm and silent, And looked upon the foes, And a great shout of laughter From all the vanguard rose...
Seite 191 - PARTING AT MORNING ROUND the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain's rim And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me.
Seite 708 - A thousand fell where Kemper led; A thousand died where Garnett bled; In blinding flame and strangling smoke. The remnant through the batteries broke. And crossed the works with Armistead. "Once more in Glory's van with me!
Seite 709 - Tennessean set His breast against the bayonet ! In vain Virginia charged and raged, A tigress in her wrath uncaged, Till all the hill was red and wet ! Above the bayonets, mixed and crossed, Men saw a gray, gigantic ghost Receding through the battle-cloud, And heard across the tempest loud The death-cry of a nation lost ! The brave went down ! Without disgrace They leaped to Ruin's red embrace. They only heard Fame's thunders wake, And saw the dazzling sun-burst break In smiles on Glory's bloody...
Seite 679 - Deserved to be dearest of all: In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Seite 18 - Not that the virulent ill of act and talk Seethes ever as a winepress ever trod, — Not therefore are we certain that the rod Weighs in thine hand to smite thy world ; though now Beneath thine hand so many nations bow, So many kings : — not therefore, O my God ! — But because Man is parcelled out in men To-day ; because, for any wrongful blow, No man not stricken asks, ' I would be told Why thou dost thus : ' but his heart whispers then,