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... young to die . The countenance whereon the Savior dwelt With his benignant smile , the soft fair lines Breathing of hope , were still all eloquent , Like life well mocked in marble . That the voice , Gone from those pallid lips was ...
... young to die . The countenance whereon the Savior dwelt With his benignant smile , the soft fair lines Breathing of hope , were still all eloquent , Like life well mocked in marble . That the voice , Gone from those pallid lips was ...
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... my sym- pathies from the moment of our leaving the distant city . She was a young and delicate female , whose countenance told the story of her heart , and let you at once into the secret of her soul . 4 THE BETRAYED . 41.
... my sym- pathies from the moment of our leaving the distant city . She was a young and delicate female , whose countenance told the story of her heart , and let you at once into the secret of her soul . 4 THE BETRAYED . 41.
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... it in my way to pass again through the village among the mountains . The young girl had never been long at a time from my thoughts ; for I have seen , and been the dupe of so many wiles of the artful , that 44 CHRISTIAN SOUVENIR .
... it in my way to pass again through the village among the mountains . The young girl had never been long at a time from my thoughts ; for I have seen , and been the dupe of so many wiles of the artful , that 44 CHRISTIAN SOUVENIR .
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... young The nursling of a gentle sky , Should on our shores be coldly flung , In all its loveliness to die . And yet ' t was ordered by His will , Who wisely hath events decreed- Thou wast but lent ; -ye griefs be still ! He but recalled ...
... young The nursling of a gentle sky , Should on our shores be coldly flung , In all its loveliness to die . And yet ' t was ordered by His will , Who wisely hath events decreed- Thou wast but lent ; -ye griefs be still ! He but recalled ...
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... young to know its loss , but who weeps from sympathy . Perhaps there is added to all this the stinging thought of a bitter poverty im- pending over their heads , whom " once he would not suffer the winds of heaven to visit too rough- ly ...
... young to know its loss , but who weeps from sympathy . Perhaps there is added to all this the stinging thought of a bitter poverty im- pending over their heads , whom " once he would not suffer the winds of heaven to visit too rough- ly ...
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Page 23 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
Page 31 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Page 27 - 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 23 - HAST thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course ? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC ! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful Form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again...
Page 126 - But Martha was cumbered about much serving ; and came to him, and said ; Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone ? bid her therefore that she help me.
Page 150 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 67 - There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth, when, ye shall see Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, and all the prophets in the kingdom of God, and you yourselves thrust out.
Page 60 - When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
Page 172 - He opened the rock, and the waters gushed out; they ran in the dry places like a river.
Page 14 - Jesus therefore again groaning in Himself cometh to the grave. It was a cave, and a stone lay upon it. Jesus said, Take ye away the stone. Martha, the sister of him that was dead, saith unto Him, Lord, by this time he stinketh: for he hath been dead four days.