The Eagle: A Magazine, Volume 20

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W. Metcalfe, 1899

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Page 56 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. — Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek! Follow where all is fled! — Rome's azure sky, Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words, are weak The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.
Page 56 - Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as...
Page 63 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love and bear; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory!
Page 304 - Princess ! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish — write that word In the blood that she has spilt ; Perish, hopeless and abhorr'd, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Page 60 - Yielding not, wounded the invisible Palms of her tender feet where'er they fell; And barbed tongues, and thoughts more sharp than they, Rent the soft Form they never could repel, Whose sacred blood, like the young tears of May, Paved with eternal flowers that undeserving way.
Page 54 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Page 308 - Now therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellowcitizens with the saints, and of the household of God ; and are built upon the foundation of the Apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ Himself being the chief corner stone ; in Whom all the building fitly framed together groweth unto an holy temple in the Lord : in Whom ye also are builded together for an habitation of God through the Spirit.
Page 306 - Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre.
Page 57 - God called up from dreams a man into the vestibule of heaven, saying, ' Come thou hither and see the glory of my house.' And to the servants that stood around his throne he said, ' Take him and undress him from his robes of flesh ; cleanse his vision and put a new breath into his nostrils ; only touch not with any change his human heart — the heart that weeps and trembles.
Page 689 - And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed.

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