The Windsor Magazine: An Illustrated Monthly for Men and Women, 第 17 巻

Ward, Lock and Bowden, Limited, 1903


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492 ページ - 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!
506 ページ - And there followed him a great company of people, and of women, which also bewailed and lamented him. But Jesus turning unto them said, Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but weep for yourselves, and for your children. For, behold, the days are coming, in the which they shall say, Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bare, and the paps which never gave suck.
570 ページ - When the bough breaks the era-die will fall, And down will come ba-by, era -die and all. V)T& W '^B — Pi EE±3z=S2=5r ^r*-fc m P v ir " Rock-a-bye, baby, in the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock ; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall. And down will come baby, cradle and all.
63 ページ - A multitude like which the populous North Poured never from her frozen loins to pass Rhene or the Danaw, when her barbarous sons Came like a deluge on the South, and spread Beneath Gibraltar to the Libyan sands.
100 ページ - And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die...
548 ページ - Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my love's heart grown cauld to me. When we...
548 ページ - Love wont to gae ! 1 leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new ; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa
76 ページ - When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits, SECOND SONG.
548 ページ - And fades awa' like morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my head? Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true Love has me forsook, And says he'll never loe me mair.
351 ページ - I'll play the song I always played for her — until," and the old man repeated the words of the refrain : " Fair as a lily, joyous and free, Light of the prairie home •was she; Every one who knew her felt the gentle power Of Rosalie, the Prairie flower.