CE
CE is an abbreviation for "Common Era". It is often used in English-speaking cultures to denote the count of years since the traditional reckoning of the birth of Jesus. The CE counting system for years is equivalent to that signified by AD ("Anno Domini", or Year of Our Lord). When CE is used, it is usually placed after the numerical year rather than before. Thus, AD 100 is rendered "100 CE".The usage of CE to replace AD is usually advocated on the grounds that the counting of years in relation to the birth of Jesus is biased too strongly in the service of Christianity.
Christians, however, sometimes interpret "CE" to mean "Christian Era" and "BCE" to mean "Before the Christian Era". The terms CE and BCE are therefore usually uncontroversial.
The earliest known use of the term CE is in Lindo's 1838 Jewish Calendar.
See also BCE.
Also, a logo (a stylized "CE") placed on products to signify conformance with European Union regulations.
External link
- Page about CE logo (http://www.conformance.co.uk/CE_MARKING/CELOGO/ce_logo.html)
CE is also an abbreviation for the Council of Europe.
The strong torch-bearer of God;
Must fall where his feet have trod.
And mercy into the dust -
He is not the guide to trust.
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And all that is wrought, where love is not,
And Science, the great revealer,
And keep it bright with that holy light,
And never a snake in the fen,
Has hunted its prey like men.
Alone drive beasts to slay,
Tortures, and kills, for play.
He goes well fed from his table;
Then he haunts a wood, till he orphans a brood,
He aims at a speck in the azure;
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Of burdens and troubles of State;
Of shooting a she lion's mate.
In the pride of a duty done,
While murder smoked out of his gun.
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But his sluggish heart feels a sudden start
And the fluttering flock of pigeons,
From prison to death, bring a catch in his breath:
Where love, in the creed, spells hate;
And in rulers of fashion and State.
Has risen the cry of our kin;
To clash with the bludgeons of sin.
Far Christ, of a million churches,
Be more than a Name; be a living Flame;
Shine full on the path of Science,
Where vast truths lie for the searching eye
That once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youth
That broke all laws of reason unafraid,
Which reads its music in the major key
These things and many more are spoils of time.
Yet as a conqueror who only storms
Too strong to be assailed, so time retreats
Love, sympathy, and faith; and year on year
And glowers by me, plucking at his beard,
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