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His extraordinary self-estimate and self-awareness are equally noticeable. We should probably have to go back to sacred history to find a parallel case.
The words 'light' and 'good, and 'darkness' and 'evil, conveyed similar ideas, and became, in sacred language, synonymous terms.
Confident in his numbers, and aware of the weakness of his antagonists, Arslan contented himself with acting on the defensive, and wearying his assailants by resisting their terrible and repeated charge. For a moment, Alroy at the head of the Sacred Guard had withdrawn from the combat.
What are we to understand by that?" "This man, your highness" He stopped, grew visibly perplexed, and with an embarrassed countenance looked around him. "Yes, prince, by all that is sacred, this unknown is a terrible being." "What do you know of him? What connection have you with him? Do not hope to conceal the truth from us."
How deep, serious, truly sacred, his love was, can be read in all the lines of his writing that even remotely allude to it; and at this time he gave expression to it with a sincerity so unconscious that in reading his letters and there are many of them, though happily he destroyed his wife's one looks straight into his heart.
I was overcome by them, and left the churchyard before the final prayer was said, feeling as if the life of the last three days had been a dream, and that here in the memory of my lovely Ada and her griefs lay my true existence and the beginning and ending of my most sacred duty.
When he entered, as certainly did the awe and the hush of the sacred place overshadow his spirit as if it had been a gorgeous cathedral-house borne aloft upon the joined palms of its Gothic arches. The Master is truer than men think, and the power of His presence, as Browning has so well set forth in his "Christmas Eve," is where two or three are gathered in His name.
"Lay her head on the stone," Tu-Kila-Kila said, grimly. And his votaries obeyed him. "Now light the sacred fire to make our feast, before I slay the victims," the god said, in a gloating voice, running his finger again along the edge of his huge hatchet.
Rather as life draws on he must feel, in awe and hope, that it is infinitely mightier and greater than he thought in the days of potent impulse. His whole soul must be full of a sacred fear as he draws closer to the gate, the opening of which may give him a nearer glimpse of the secret.
He was holding the little rude sketch he had made, to be treasured as a memorial of the spot so sacred, when far away, and was gazing on it attentively when the stranger returned. "Are you going to colour your sketch?" he asked in a kindly tone; "it would make it more lively and natural." "I have no colours, sir," replied William; "and do not know how to paint.
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