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... lips have spoken ; this trifling token then of my love and gratitude will possess all the value I would fain endue it with ; and I know I need scarcely say to my dea- rest Mother , in thus offering to her my volume , May you Like it ...
... lips have spoken ; this trifling token then of my love and gratitude will possess all the value I would fain endue it with ; and I know I need scarcely say to my dea- rest Mother , in thus offering to her my volume , May you Like it ...
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... lips with the dew , which glistened in the azure chalice of a gentian she had just gathered ; " every thing whispers nay , every thing speaks aloud , of home , and of my country . Oh , how very foolish I was to fix upon this spot ! To ...
... lips with the dew , which glistened in the azure chalice of a gentian she had just gathered ; " every thing whispers nay , every thing speaks aloud , of home , and of my country . Oh , how very foolish I was to fix upon this spot ! To ...
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... lips . She sat down on the ground , behind the curtain , and , leaning her head against the bed , she continued weeping , till she fell , insensibly , into a sound sleep . Rosine , soon after , awoke ; she drew aside the curtain , to ...
... lips . She sat down on the ground , behind the curtain , and , leaning her head against the bed , she continued weeping , till she fell , insensibly , into a sound sleep . Rosine , soon after , awoke ; she drew aside the curtain , to ...
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... lips such a smile still lingered ! I could have gazed for ever , I forgot every thing ; but some one drew me away gently . I turned at last , to answer the soft voice that spoke to me . I was not the least angry , for my heart was ...
... lips such a smile still lingered ! I could have gazed for ever , I forgot every thing ; but some one drew me away gently . I turned at last , to answer the soft voice that spoke to me . I was not the least angry , for my heart was ...
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... lips quiver'd : from her eye Large scalding tears fell heavily . While her small trembling hand in vain ( Striving to dull their throbbing pain , ) Her fever'd temples press'd , there came A shivering o'er her feeble frame . Recovering ...
... lips quiver'd : from her eye Large scalding tears fell heavily . While her small trembling hand in vain ( Striving to dull their throbbing pain , ) Her fever'd temples press'd , there came A shivering o'er her feeble frame . Recovering ...
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Page 54 - Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
Page 247 - O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength : before I go hence, and be no more seen.
Page 234 - The waves of the sea are mighty, and rage horribly : but yet the Lord, who dwelleth on high, is mightier.
Page 117 - Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked...
Page 2 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast: There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground now sacred by thy relics made.
Page 61 - If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you. If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.
Page 105 - Philip findeth Nathanael, and saith unto him, We have found him of whom Moses in the law and the prophets did write, Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph.
Page 157 - Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God, Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both.
Page 221 - Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hill of heavenly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast...
Page 130 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.