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Knickerbocker Gallery: A Testimonial to the Editor of the Knickerbocker ...
Lewis Gaylord Clark
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016
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Seite 394 - Now there was a day when the sons of GOD came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan came also among them.
Seite 447 - ... and the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue, which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew of music so delicate, soft, and intense, it was felt like an odour within the sense...
Seite 80 - STAND here by my side and turn, I pray. On the lake below thy gentle eyes ; The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, And dark and silent the water lies ; And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow ; Flake after flake They sink in the dark and silent lake.
Seite 122 - When Jesus heard that, he said, this sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby.
Seite 399 - He saw a Lawyer killing a Viper On a dunghill hard by his own stable; And the Devil smiled, for it put him in mind Of Cain and his brother, Abel.
Seite 433 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Seite 80 - Here delicate snow-stars, out of the cloud, Come floating downward in airy play, Like spangles dropped from the glistening crowd That whiten by night the Milky Way; There broader and burlier masses fall; The sullen water buries them all, — Flake after flake, — All drowned in the dark and silent lake.
Seite 456 - I think I can trace all the calamities of this country to the single source of our not having had steadily before our eyes a general, comprehensive, well-connected, and well-proportioned view of the whole of our dominions, and a just sense of their true bearings and relations.