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... hands upon us ; yea , the work of our hands establish thou it . PSALM CIII BLESS the Lord , O my soul : and all that is within me , 10 bless his holy name . Bless the Lord , O my soul , and for- get not all his benefits : who forgiveth ...
... hands upon us ; yea , the work of our hands establish thou it . PSALM CIII BLESS the Lord , O my soul : and all that is within me , 10 bless his holy name . Bless the Lord , O my soul , and for- get not all his benefits : who forgiveth ...
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... hand , and shoes on his feet bring hither the fatted calf , and kill it ; and let us eat , and be merry . 15 and Now his elder son was in the field ; and as he came and drew nigh to the house , he heard music and dancing . And he called ...
... hand , and shoes on his feet bring hither the fatted calf , and kill it ; and let us eat , and be merry . 15 and Now his elder son was in the field ; and as he came and drew nigh to the house , he heard music and dancing . And he called ...
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... hand the shuttle falls , As thus , astonish'd , to her maids she calls : ΙΟ 15 20 25 " Ah , follow me ! " she cried ; " what plaintive noise Invades my ear ? ' Tis sure my mother's voice . My faltering knees their trembling frame desert ...
... hand the shuttle falls , As thus , astonish'd , to her maids she calls : ΙΟ 15 20 25 " Ah , follow me ! " she cried ; " what plaintive noise Invades my ear ? ' Tis sure my mother's voice . My faltering knees their trembling frame desert ...
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... hands . Scarce from the verge of death recall'd , again She faints , or but recovers to complain : " O wretched husband of a wretched wife ! Born with one fate , to one unhappy life ! For sure one star its baneful beam display'd On ...
... hands . Scarce from the verge of death recall'd , again She faints , or but recovers to complain : " O wretched husband of a wretched wife ! Born with one fate , to one unhappy life ! For sure one star its baneful beam display'd On ...
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... hand in vain , directed by her love , The martial scarf and robe of triumph wove . Now to devouring flames be these a prey , Useless to thee , from this accursed day ! Yet let the sacrifice at least be paid , And honor to the living ...
... hand in vain , directed by her love , The martial scarf and robe of triumph wove . Now to devouring flames be these a prey , Useless to thee , from this accursed day ! Yet let the sacrifice at least be paid , And honor to the living ...
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Page 172 - O hark ! O hear, how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying ; Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 273 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Page 113 - Liberty first and Union afterwards ; but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, Liberty and Union, Now and Forever, One and Inseparable.
Page 71 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come!! I repeat it, sir, let it come!!! It is vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, peace, peace — but there is no peace.
Page 88 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 21 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Page 96 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 69 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Page 71 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year?
Page 1 - For a thousand years in thy sight Are but as yesterday when it is past, And as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood ; they are as a sleep : In the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up ; In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.