May You Like itT. Boys, 1822 - 272 sider |
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Side 11
... once , had she been angry with Rosine , and then she struck her . One autumn evening , Rosine , to gratify her pupils , accompanied them to visit a poor person , in the neighbouring village : she found , on her return , that a slight ...
... once , had she been angry with Rosine , and then she struck her . One autumn evening , Rosine , to gratify her pupils , accompanied them to visit a poor person , in the neighbouring village : she found , on her return , that a slight ...
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... once meandered : the curls of her rich chesnut hair were not concealed , but lay clustering round her face . The hair looked as if she were alive ; it was so soft and glossy ; something like the living brightness of her eyes glistened ...
... once meandered : the curls of her rich chesnut hair were not concealed , but lay clustering round her face . The hair looked as if she were alive ; it was so soft and glossy ; something like the living brightness of her eyes glistened ...
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... once , his features blazed into an expression of mingled hope and delight . " Yes , my dear mother , " he exclaimed , " I un- derstand you , I might be this person ; I will be this person to - morrow I enter the counting- house , don't ...
... once , his features blazed into an expression of mingled hope and delight . " Yes , my dear mother , " he exclaimed , " I un- derstand you , I might be this person ; I will be this person to - morrow I enter the counting- house , don't ...
Side 49
... once upon her mind . " Poor fellow , " she said , " he has described himself in those lines , he is surely dying . " Florella was more with him than ever ; her life was one constant state of anxiety ; for in his presence she was ever ...
... once upon her mind . " Poor fellow , " she said , " he has described himself in those lines , he is surely dying . " Florella was more with him than ever ; her life was one constant state of anxiety ; for in his presence she was ever ...
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... once compare Religion to a am falling on a chrystal vase of water ? a nd particles , before unobserved , are now float in the element supposed so pure . d certainly intends you , my dearest friend , for no common lot ; for no ordinary ...
... once compare Religion to a am falling on a chrystal vase of water ? a nd particles , before unobserved , are now float in the element supposed so pure . d certainly intends you , my dearest friend , for no common lot ; for no ordinary ...
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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.