admirable amount appeared arms army attention authority become believe better blood called carried cause character cheers Christian civilization Committee common David Brewster duty earth effect England Europe evil Exhibition expressed fact favour feeling force foreign France Frankfort French friends Germany give given hand hear heart held honour hope human idea important influence interest Italy John kind labour land less liberty living London look means meeting military mind ministers moral nations nature never object opinion party Peace Congress Peace Society persons political possible practical present principles question readers reason received reference regard resolution respect Richard Richard Cobden spirit standing success sword thing Thomas thought tion town truth universal whole
الصفحة 95 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
الصفحة 95 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
الصفحة 60 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
الصفحة 60 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, — Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, — An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" — The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answer'd, " The names of those who love the Lord.
الصفحة 60 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies ! I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations...
الصفحة 60 - The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And...
الصفحة 41 - When the war-drum throbs no longer, And the battle-flags are furled In the parliament of man, The federation of the world.
الصفحة 60 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
الصفحة 91 - The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood. Wisdom doth live with children round her knees: Books, leisure, perfect freedom, and the talk 10 Man holds with week-day man in the hourly walk Of the mind's business...