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... close the case , and , with a strong pressure of the hand , silently to dismiss me . The print which had so moved him was a celebrated storm - piece ; the helpless vessel in her last struggle with the fury of a gale . The crested top of ...
... close the case , and , with a strong pressure of the hand , silently to dismiss me . The print which had so moved him was a celebrated storm - piece ; the helpless vessel in her last struggle with the fury of a gale . The crested top of ...
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... close , left me in an ecstasy . Where was it gone ? — that sound of sweet- ness ? Above ? yes , up , up - surely up from earth ; ' twas incense for the skies , yet had some mortal breathed it . Ah me ! I had not been three short - lived ...
... close , left me in an ecstasy . Where was it gone ? — that sound of sweet- ness ? Above ? yes , up , up - surely up from earth ; ' twas incense for the skies , yet had some mortal breathed it . Ah me ! I had not been three short - lived ...
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... close of the meal to each guest . It may be supposed that my late adventure and miraculous deliverance formed the principal subject of conversation , and my host and the good father won on me by their kindness of manner , and the calm ...
... close of the meal to each guest . It may be supposed that my late adventure and miraculous deliverance formed the principal subject of conversation , and my host and the good father won on me by their kindness of manner , and the calm ...
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... close , but harmlessly , past my naked head , left us with a loud volley of curses , and made off in an opposite direction from the slowly advancing torches . 66 My thanks to you , gentle Sir , for your bold help , " said the Stranger ...
... close , but harmlessly , past my naked head , left us with a loud volley of curses , and made off in an opposite direction from the slowly advancing torches . 66 My thanks to you , gentle Sir , for your bold help , " said the Stranger ...
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... close ( as for the grave ) , a broad white fillet passing tight across her brow , pale , very pale , yet beautiful , as if she was a love- worn woman , widowed by absence and neglect , she came down from her chamber with a taper in her ...
... close ( as for the grave ) , a broad white fillet passing tight across her brow , pale , very pale , yet beautiful , as if she was a love- worn woman , widowed by absence and neglect , she came down from her chamber with a taper in her ...
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Page 332 - O ! th" exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe...
Page 333 - O th' exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. " How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Page 306 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 336 - Thou art, of what sort the eternal life of the saints was to be, which eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor hath it entered into the heart of man to conceive.
Page 77 - Which hales me downward, yet in my desire To that which is above me I aspire ; And all my best affections I profess To him that is the Sun of Righteousness.
Page 5 - Soon may there be heard in the cities of Judah, and in the streets of Jerusalem, the voice of joy and gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride, the jubilant voice of bridegrooms from their canopies, and of youths from their feasts of song. Blessed art thou, O Lord, who makest the bridegroom to rejoice with the bride.
Page 344 - What if some little pain the passage have, That makes frail flesh to fear the bitter wave? Is not short pain well borne, that brings long ease, And lays the soul to sleep in quiet grave? Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
Page 111 - The pirate is truly fond of women and wine, and when not engaged in robbing, keeps maddened with intoxicating liquors, and passes his time in debauchery, singing old songs with chorusses like "Drain, drain the bowl, each fearless soul, Let the world wag as it will: Let the heavens growl, let the devil howl, Drain, drain the deep bowl and fill.
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Page 148 - ... but, growing faint and weak, he closed the book, continuing, however, to hold it in his hands, with his eyes shut, and to press it with fervour and affection. I knelt by him, and read to him a chapter of St. John, and prayed : he joined faintly in the responses, and thanked me with great tenderness. Towards evening he said to me, in a very solemn tone, ' The forgetting of God is a great sin ; the cause of all others ; the cause of all woe and guilt. It has been mine.