May You Like itT. Boys, 1822 - 272 sider |
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Side 8
... smile was never forgotten by him . Rosine could not be insensible to the kindness of M. du Mercie , who was the very person best calculated to soothe her : he had also left Swit- zerland when young , and had been , during the chief part ...
... smile was never forgotten by him . Rosine could not be insensible to the kindness of M. du Mercie , who was the very person best calculated to soothe her : he had also left Swit- zerland when young , and had been , during the chief part ...
Side 15
... bosom , and kissed repeatedly . " You may leave us now , my dear grandchild . " The sad girl looked up with a mournful , affec- tionate smile , and left the room . " You have been told the truth , my sweet ROSINE . 15.
... bosom , and kissed repeatedly . " You may leave us now , my dear grandchild . " The sad girl looked up with a mournful , affec- tionate smile , and left the room . " You have been told the truth , my sweet ROSINE . 15.
Side 25
... smile still lingered ! I could have gazed for ever , I forgot every thing ; but some one drew me away gently . I turned at last , to answer the soft voice that spoke to me . I was not the least angry , for my heart was softened ; and I ...
... smile still lingered ! I could have gazed for ever , I forgot every thing ; but some one drew me away gently . I turned at last , to answer the soft voice that spoke to me . I was not the least angry , for my heart was softened ; and I ...
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... smile upon thy face : Flow'rs laugh before thee on their beds , And fragrance in thy footing treads . ” Wordsworth's Ode to Duty . A MERCHANT'S SON . THERE are times when the mind My gentler rest is on a thought; ...
... smile upon thy face : Flow'rs laugh before thee on their beds , And fragrance in thy footing treads . ” Wordsworth's Ode to Duty . A MERCHANT'S SON . THERE are times when the mind My gentler rest is on a thought; ...
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... smile to the sick woman ; " Oh ma'am , dear ma'am , " she said , " I have thought more about what I said to you : I was ashamed then , and I ought not to have been ; for I am a dying woman , and must serve God as long as I can . Perhaps ...
... smile to the sick woman ; " Oh ma'am , dear ma'am , " she said , " I have thought more about what I said to you : I was ashamed then , and I ought not to have been ; for I am a dying woman , and must serve God as long as I can . Perhaps ...
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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.