Miejour; Or, Provençal Legend. Life, Language, and Literature, in the Land of the FelibreJames Nisbet & Company, 1877 - 496 pages |
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Autres éditions - Tout afficher
Miejour; Or, Provençal Legend. Life, Language, and Literature, in the Land ... John Duncan Craig Affichage du livre entier - 1877 |
Miejour: Or, Provencal Legend, Life, Language, an Literature John Duncan Craig Aucun aperçu disponible - 2016 |
Miejour; Or, Provencal Legend, Life, Language, and Literature, in the Land ... John Duncan Craig Aucun aperçu disponible - 2010 |
Expressions et termes fréquents
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Fréquemment cités
Page 195 - And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee. And am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants.
Page 126 - He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not. He came unto his own, and his own received him not. But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name : which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.
Page 195 - And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. And the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son.
Page 195 - And he said, A certain man had two sons: and the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me.
Page 443 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace...
Page 350 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage, And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to- the wild ocean.
Page 195 - And not many days after the younger son gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living. And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land : and he began to be in want.
Page 240 - There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary be at rest. There the prisoners rest together; They hear not the voice of the oppressor. The small and great are there; And the servant is free from his master.
Page 1 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 460 - Incline your ear, and come unto me: hear, and your soul shall live ; and I will make an everlasting covenant with you, even the sure mercies of David.