May You Like itT. Boys, 1822 - 272 sider |
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Side 11
... bear to be jested with , and she continually found something to irritate her , where the offending person was totally unconscious of having offer- ed an affront ; never , but once , had she been angry with Rosine , and then she struck ...
... bear to be jested with , and she continually found something to irritate her , where the offending person was totally unconscious of having offer- ed an affront ; never , but once , had she been angry with Rosine , and then she struck ...
Side 19
... bear my death as you have ever borne the trials of the Almighty ? I am not sorry for myself , but for those dear friends who will lament me . Do not let any one , my dear papa , give way to excessive grief ; bid them to remember what is ...
... bear my death as you have ever borne the trials of the Almighty ? I am not sorry for myself , but for those dear friends who will lament me . Do not let any one , my dear papa , give way to excessive grief ; bid them to remember what is ...
Side 22
... bear , like the child of God , the afflictions of our heavenly Fa- ther . I could have been so happy with you ! but must I wish to chuse between the state to which it pleases God to remove me , and this world's best happiness , when we ...
... bear , like the child of God , the afflictions of our heavenly Fa- ther . I could have been so happy with you ! but must I wish to chuse between the state to which it pleases God to remove me , and this world's best happiness , when we ...
Side 34
... time to miss him ; I suppose he is not come home from the counting - house yet . " Florella whispered to Jeanie : " I can't bear to tell him to - night , when 5 fraid my dear father is unwell . He is 34 A MERCHANT'S SON .
... time to miss him ; I suppose he is not come home from the counting - house yet . " Florella whispered to Jeanie : " I can't bear to tell him to - night , when 5 fraid my dear father is unwell . He is 34 A MERCHANT'S SON .
Side 53
... bear the presence of his friend , who sat by his bed side till he sunk into a placid slumber . Gerald More was a true friend : he had not written to Duncan , for he was engaged in arrang- ing his affairs , so that he might accompany him ...
... bear the presence of his friend , who sat by his bed side till he sunk into a placid slumber . Gerald More was a true friend : he had not written to Duncan , for he was engaged in arrang- ing his affairs , so that he might accompany him ...
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May you like it, by a country curate [C.B. Tayler]. Charles Benjamin Tayler Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1822 |
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Side 52 - Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
Side 115 - Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked...
Side 197 - Yet thou sayest, Because I am innocent, surely his anger shall turn from me. Behold, I will plead with thee, because thou sayest, I have not sinned.
Side 103 - Philip findeth Nathanael, and saith unto him, We have found him of whom Moses in the law and the prophets did write, Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph.
Side 155 - Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God, Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both.
Side viii - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched : yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Side 59 - If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you. If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.
Side 219 - Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hill of heavenly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast...
Side xiv - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ersluide The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Side 128 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.