May You Like itT. Boys, 1822 - 272 sider |
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Side 16
... woman , as I do to you but I think I know you , my love : another might find no consolation in the advice of an old woman , who is tottering to the grave . I think you are prepared for death ; and I think the cer- tainty of that , which ...
... woman , as I do to you but I think I know you , my love : another might find no consolation in the advice of an old woman , who is tottering to the grave . I think you are prepared for death ; and I think the cer- tainty of that , which ...
Side 75
... " said Mrs. Vere . " I was thinking about the Jews , aunt . " Flo- rence dreamt about the Jews that night . Some days after , it was told Florence that a poor old woman , whose daughter sometimes as- sisted the NAOMI ...
... " said Mrs. Vere . " I was thinking about the Jews , aunt . " Flo- rence dreamt about the Jews that night . Some days after , it was told Florence that a poor old woman , whose daughter sometimes as- sisted the NAOMI ...
Side 76
... woman's countenance , and only one of her thin white hands , which lay upon the rug that served as a Coverlid . The curtains of the bed were of a dull dark green , which could be hardly distinguished ; almost all the rest of the room ...
... woman's countenance , and only one of her thin white hands , which lay upon the rug that served as a Coverlid . The curtains of the bed were of a dull dark green , which could be hardly distinguished ; almost all the rest of the room ...
Side 77
... woman . Florence only perceived at first a very tall slight form in the whitest drapery , faintly shadowed out from the gloom ; the candle flickered into a bright blaze , and the face , which had been turned away before , met her view ...
... woman . Florence only perceived at first a very tall slight form in the whitest drapery , faintly shadowed out from the gloom ; the candle flickered into a bright blaze , and the face , which had been turned away before , met her view ...
Side 78
Charles Benjamin Tayler. sorrow and mourning shall flee away . " - The old woman rose up in the bed , and , clasping her hands , exclaimed , apparently forgetful of every ... woman . Where is Miss Montero ? " said the latter : 78 NAOMI .
Charles Benjamin Tayler. sorrow and mourning shall flee away . " - The old woman rose up in the bed , and , clasping her hands , exclaimed , apparently forgetful of every ... woman . Where is Miss Montero ? " said the latter : 78 NAOMI .
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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.