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Page vii
... stepped a pace backwards , buttoned his breeches pocket , gave a sneer , and suffered him to alight from the vehicle unassisted . It is true he had rightly conjectured that he should draw no cork for the pale emigrant , but he.
... stepped a pace backwards , buttoned his breeches pocket , gave a sneer , and suffered him to alight from the vehicle unassisted . It is true he had rightly conjectured that he should draw no cork for the pale emigrant , but he.
Page viii
Joseph Moyle Sherer. draw no cork for the pale emigrant , but he was mistaken in pettishly giving up all hope of his sixpenny fees . The stranger , a thoughtful looking person , descended from the carriage without seeming to expect , or ...
Joseph Moyle Sherer. draw no cork for the pale emigrant , but he was mistaken in pettishly giving up all hope of his sixpenny fees . The stranger , a thoughtful looking person , descended from the carriage without seeming to expect , or ...
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... pale blue ; his cap red , the turban folds around it of white cotton . His companion was an elderly hale man , with a dark , foreign aspect , and small ear - rings , his dress common . A small square mahogany case with leathern straps ...
... pale blue ; his cap red , the turban folds around it of white cotton . His companion was an elderly hale man , with a dark , foreign aspect , and small ear - rings , his dress common . A small square mahogany case with leathern straps ...
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... pale ; their spirits up , and minds awake -my heart heavy , without the power of in- dulging sadness ; my intellect confused , de- graded — I seemed to suffer under a prostration of all strength , whether of mind or body . I was the ...
... pale ; their spirits up , and minds awake -my heart heavy , without the power of in- dulging sadness ; my intellect confused , de- graded — I seemed to suffer under a prostration of all strength , whether of mind or body . I was the ...
Page 52
... pale old monk , in the white habit of his order ; he placed himself opposite to the Conde , uttered a short Latin grace , and sunk down into his chair in silence . I was introduced to him , and acknowledged by a kind smile of quiet ...
... pale old monk , in the white habit of his order ; he placed himself opposite to the Conde , uttered a short Latin grace , and sunk down into his chair in silence . I was introduced to him , and acknowledged by a kind smile of quiet ...
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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.