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... hour , " obliterate the recollection tion , was most praiseworthy . His zeal , or rather that every wave which urges the vessel onward in wrath , in defence of the Catholic religion , was her course , does but increase the distance ...
... hour , " obliterate the recollection tion , was most praiseworthy . His zeal , or rather that every wave which urges the vessel onward in wrath , in defence of the Catholic religion , was her course , does but increase the distance ...
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... hour he made his bow and departed . Now this was exceedingly strange ; for Rosalie , from a pretty little girl , had ... hours was he in the room without once set- ting his eyes upon Rosalie . He saw her mother and her father , and ...
... hour he made his bow and departed . Now this was exceedingly strange ; for Rosalie , from a pretty little girl , had ... hours was he in the room without once set- ting his eyes upon Rosalie . He saw her mother and her father , and ...
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... hour withered forever . She , an unprotected destitute orphan - worse than an orphan - thrown upon the wide , cold and unfeeling world - perhaps seeking an asylum in the house of some half welcoming and distant relative . What a throng ...
... hour withered forever . She , an unprotected destitute orphan - worse than an orphan - thrown upon the wide , cold and unfeeling world - perhaps seeking an asylum in the house of some half welcoming and distant relative . What a throng ...
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... hours : Dissolved the charm - dispelled the brilliant dream-- Why changed to baleful shadow did it seem ? What ... hour Of half its sting - can even deck with charms The cold embrace of his sepulchral arms : ' Tis but the transient ...
... hours : Dissolved the charm - dispelled the brilliant dream-- Why changed to baleful shadow did it seem ? What ... hour Of half its sting - can even deck with charms The cold embrace of his sepulchral arms : ' Tis but the transient ...
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... hour after hour winged its Georgia . I wept bitter tears , and sobbed as if my flight , and each diminished the space that lay betwixt heart would break as I laid all lonely in my bed that him and his assured felicity . Poor weak ...
... hour after hour winged its Georgia . I wept bitter tears , and sobbed as if my flight , and each diminished the space that lay betwixt heart would break as I laid all lonely in my bed that him and his assured felicity . Poor weak ...
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Seite 28 - By thine Agony and bloody Sweat ; by thy Cross and Passion ; by thy precious Death and Burial ; by thy glorious Resurrection and Ascension ; and by the coming of the Holy Ghost, Good Lord, deliver us.
Seite 31 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Seite 31 - I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them who are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died, and rose again, even so them also that sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him.
Seite 153 - I am well aware that men love to hear of their power, but have an extreme disrelish to be told of their duty. This is of course because every duty is a limitation of some power. Indeed arbitrary power is so much to the depraved taste of the vulgar, of the vulgar of every description, that almost all the dissensions, which lacerate the commonwealth, are not concerning the manner in which it is to be exercised...
Seite 217 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven...
Seite 152 - It is a partnership in all science ; a partnership in all art ; a partnership in every virtue, and in all perfection. As the ends of such a partnership cannot be obtained in many generations, it becomes a partnership not only between those who are living, but between those who are living, those who are dead, and those who are to be born.
Seite 333 - ... to lose myself for an entire night in watching the steady flame of a lamp, or the embers of a fire; to dream away whole days over the perfume of a flower; to repeat monotonously some common word, until the sound, by dint of frequent repetition, ceased to convey any idea whatever to the mind...
Seite 199 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Seite 13 - My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand : Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand ; Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea. But none, alas ! shall mourn for me ! RICHARD HENRY WILDE.
Seite 316 - Yet let my setting sun, at last, Find out the still, the rural cell, Where sage retirement loves to dwell ! There let me taste the...