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Amy Wilton: or, Lights and shades of Christian life
Emma Jane Worboise
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1883
Agnes Amy's Author BATH beautiful became believe beloved BINNS AND GOODWIN blessed bright brought called calm Carry character child Christian Church clear cloth cold Constance dark Deane dear death deep duties early Egerton elegant Elizabeth excellent eyes faith father fear feeling felt flowers gazed girl give grace hand happy hear heart Helen Henry holy hope husband illustrated interesting Isabel leave length letter light living London look lost Magazine mamma Marian mind Miss morning mother nature never night once passed Payne peace poor prayer present Printed Published quiet receive remained replied rest returned seemed sister sorrow speak spirit sweet tears things thought trial truth turned volume walk week whole wild Wilton young
Side 6 - Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
Side 203 - Think not of rest ; though dreams be sweet, Start up, and ply your heaven-ward feet. Is not God's oath upon your head, Ne'er to sink back on slothful bed, Never again your loins untie, Nor let your torches waste and die, Till, when the shadows thickest fall, Ye hear your Master's midnight call ? h Ita fabnlantur, nt qui sciant Dominuin audire.
Side 215 - And when he had said this, he breathed on them, and saith unto them, Receive ye the Holy Ghost: Whosesoever sins ye remit, they are remitted unto them ; and whosesoever sins ye retain, they are retained.
Side 99 - He shall not be afraid of evil tidings : his heart is fixed, trusting in the LORD.
Side 218 - And never won. Dream after dream ensues, And still they dream that they shall still succeed, And still are disappointed.
Side 60 - Alas ! how changed from the fair scene, When birds sang out their mellow lay, And winds were soft, and woods were green, And the song ceased not with the day.
Side 46 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Side 22 - The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.