Monthly Packet of Evening Readings for Members of the English Church (earlier "for Younger Members of the English Church")J. and C. Mozley, 1892 |
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... head . I vow I'll never , never again go to church on the Sunday after she comes back from London ; at any rate I'll sit with my back turned and my eyes fast closed . I will , sister , I will indeed ! No , you shan't go . I'll go myself ...
... head . I vow I'll never , never again go to church on the Sunday after she comes back from London ; at any rate I'll sit with my back turned and my eyes fast closed . I will , sister , I will indeed ! No , you shan't go . I'll go myself ...
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... head in the air ! I wonder , sir . ' George was bursting out , when he suddenly checked himself before his father's look of astonishment . It was so unusual for George to be irritable , that there was some cause for the Parson's ...
... head in the air ! I wonder , sir . ' George was bursting out , when he suddenly checked himself before his father's look of astonishment . It was so unusual for George to be irritable , that there was some cause for the Parson's ...
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... head and delicately formed features ; and by his side , it must be owned , George looked a homely , rugged young fellow , with a soldierly bearing , indeed , but no pretence at grace . Frank was a year or two older , and down from ...
... head and delicately formed features ; and by his side , it must be owned , George looked a homely , rugged young fellow , with a soldierly bearing , indeed , but no pretence at grace . Frank was a year or two older , and down from ...
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... head . ' You're taking too much for granted , George . ' ' Ah , you mustn't begrudge it to me . And , who knows ? when I come back , I may have more of a name to offer the dearest , Sweetest- ' Hush , hush , let go my hand , 16 The ...
... head . ' You're taking too much for granted , George . ' ' Ah , you mustn't begrudge it to me . And , who knows ? when I come back , I may have more of a name to offer the dearest , Sweetest- ' Hush , hush , let go my hand , 16 The ...
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... head against the neck of his gallant dark horse . The willow - tree waved over them standing there . His leaves all whispered to each other , and shivered . There was no other voice . The kinsmen stood round ; and all hearts were sorry ...
... head against the neck of his gallant dark horse . The willow - tree waved over them standing there . His leaves all whispered to each other , and shivered . There was no other voice . The kinsmen stood round ; and all hearts were sorry ...
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Page 147 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Page 149 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Page 629 - His trembling hand had lost the ease Which marks security to please; And scenes, long past, of joy and pain. Came wildering o'er his aged brain, — He tried to tune his harp in vain ! The pitying Duchess praised its chime. And gave him heart, and gave him time, Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony.
Page 393 - ... for thine inestimable love in the redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ; for the means of grace and for the hope of glory. And we beseech thee give us that due sense of all thy mercies that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful and that we may show forth thy praise not only with our lips but in our lives; by giving up ourselves to thy service, and by walking before thee in holiness and righteousness all our days...
Page 712 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 622 - Say, for my comfort, languishing in bed, 'Just so immortal Maro held his head'; And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago.
Page 572 - My name is Norval: on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home.
Page 148 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 712 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye...
Page 622 - ... tis ten times worse when they repent. One dedicates in high heroic prose, And ridicules beyond a hundred foes: One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend, And more abusive, calls himself my friend. This prints my letters, that expects a bribe, And others roar aloud, "Subscribe, subscribe.