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Side 457 - Blessed be the LORD, that hath given rest unto His people Israel, according to all that He promised : there hath not failed one word of all His good promise, which He promised by the hand of Moses His servant.
Side 457 - See, I have set before thee this day life and good, and death and evil, in that I command thee this day to love the LORD thy God, to walk in His ways, and to keep His commandments, and His statutes, and His judgments...
Side 291 - Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Side 311 - THE power of Armies is a visible thing, Formal, and circumscribed in time and space ; But who the limits of that power shall trace Which a brave People into light can bring Or hide, at will, — for freedom combating By just revenge inflamed...
Side 305 - OH ! combien de marins, combien de capitaines Qui sont partis joyeux pour des courses lointaines, Dans ce morne horizon se sont évanouis ! Combien ont disparu, dure et triste fortune ! Dans une mer sans fond, par une nuit sans lune, Sous l'aveugle océan à jamais enfouis...
Side 460 - When a strong man armed keepeth his palace, his goods are in peace: but when a stronger than he shall come upon him, and overcome him, he taketh from him all his armour wherein he trusted, and divideth his spoils.
Side 281 - Souvent sur la montagne, à l'ombre du vieux chêne, Au coucher du soleil, tristement je m'assieds; Je promène au hasard mes regards sur la plaine, Dont le tableau changeant se déroule à mes pieds.
Side 341 - My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Side 291 - Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth, And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Side 266 - Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir...

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