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... seemed rushing into ruin , men began to feel , as they did on Calvary , that this was all for Christ's sake ; and they trembled ; and what their brethren there could not or did not , they stopped , ere it was too late . The hierophants ...
... seemed rushing into ruin , men began to feel , as they did on Calvary , that this was all for Christ's sake ; and they trembled ; and what their brethren there could not or did not , they stopped , ere it was too late . The hierophants ...
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... seemed , like the flames , restlessly eager ; others seemed timid , were ghastly pale , and looked ever and anon around and above ; and in the eyes of one or two there stood unshed tears . Above them , in the smoke , dipping at times ...
... seemed , like the flames , restlessly eager ; others seemed timid , were ghastly pale , and looked ever and anon around and above ; and in the eyes of one or two there stood unshed tears . Above them , in the smoke , dipping at times ...
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... Seemed to me the kingly brute , In whose colour was depicted The apologetic anger Of the sun , that burned his skin , That upon its shining surface , In the noble beast's wild beauty He might contemplate his own . With such mettled ...
... Seemed to me the kingly brute , In whose colour was depicted The apologetic anger Of the sun , that burned his skin , That upon its shining surface , In the noble beast's wild beauty He might contemplate his own . With such mettled ...
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... seemed Enrico A living statue ; so alive , That all the plants were more indebted Unto his eyes for tearful dew - drops Than to the sighs that morning breathes . Then came his absence ; and as Heaven Varies so often our condition That ...
... seemed Enrico A living statue ; so alive , That all the plants were more indebted Unto his eyes for tearful dew - drops Than to the sighs that morning breathes . Then came his absence ; and as Heaven Varies so often our condition That ...
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... seemed to behold the long galleys of the Sea- Kings , urged through the foam by double banks of great oars ; and on the yellow strand , instead of the white bursting swell 1852. ] 51 Memoirs of Royal and Illustrious Ladies .
... seemed to behold the long galleys of the Sea- Kings , urged through the foam by double banks of great oars ; and on the yellow strand , instead of the white bursting swell 1852. ] 51 Memoirs of Royal and Illustrious Ladies .
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Page 77 - Thus saith the Lord, Let not the wise man glory in his wisdom, neither let the mighty man glory in his might, let not the rich man glory in his riches: but let him that glorieth glory in this, that he understandeth and knoweth me, that I am the Lord which exercise lovingkindness, judgment, and righteousness, in the earth: for in these things I delight, saith the Lord.
Page 68 - It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in: that bringeth the princes to nothing; he maketh the judges of the earth as vanity.
Page 532 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 544 - Come, let us go while we are in our prime; And take the harmless folly of the time. We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun; And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's go...
Page 355 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern : then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
Page 53 - The first line that Sir Patrick red, A loud lauch lauched he; The next line that Sir Patrick red, The teir blinded his ee. 'O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o...
Page 20 - And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars ; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring; men's hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth : for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.
Page 585 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Page 402 - I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.
Page 402 - Behold the merry minstrels of the morn, The swarming songsters of the careless grove, Ten thousand throats that, from the flowering thorn, Hymn their good God and carol sweet of love, Such grateful kindly raptures them emove!