The Christian Parlor Magazine, Volume 3J. H. Pratt & Company, 1847 |
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... Scene , ...... Passing Away Pergamos , .. Pilgrim's Vision ,. Panzie , Poor Florence , Power of Kindness ,. Prayer for Peace ,. .239 .275 T 262 90 The Prayer , 182 There are Storms on Life's Dark Waters , ..326 Thoughts on My Birth ...
... Scene , ...... Passing Away Pergamos , .. Pilgrim's Vision ,. Panzie , Poor Florence , Power of Kindness ,. Prayer for Peace ,. .239 .275 T 262 90 The Prayer , 182 There are Storms on Life's Dark Waters , ..326 Thoughts on My Birth ...
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... scenes which had so long been the object of his serious and earnest contempla- tion . Few deaths have ever occurred in any com- munity that have been the occasion of such deep and universal gloom . The newspapers # of the day were full ...
... scenes which had so long been the object of his serious and earnest contempla- tion . Few deaths have ever occurred in any com- munity that have been the occasion of such deep and universal gloom . The newspapers # of the day were full ...
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... scene of that night has been vividly before me . The last lights in the houses had gone out , save the watcher's lamp by the sick or dead ; and the stars shone down on the deserted streets with mournful but calm rays . Side by side the ...
... scene of that night has been vividly before me . The last lights in the houses had gone out , save the watcher's lamp by the sick or dead ; and the stars shone down on the deserted streets with mournful but calm rays . Side by side the ...
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... scene in that room , it would form a picture in the life of man , robbing death of all its terrors . But I have thus far endeavored to avoid attempting descriptions of scenes , which in themselves defy all essay to paint , or which ...
... scene in that room , it would form a picture in the life of man , robbing death of all its terrors . But I have thus far endeavored to avoid attempting descriptions of scenes , which in themselves defy all essay to paint , or which ...
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... scene still more dreary and repulsive . Around me were chattering Frenchmen of every grade , keeping up an incessant clatter , that was worse even than the rattling of the cars . At noon , however , the storm began to break away , and ...
... scene still more dreary and repulsive . Around me were chattering Frenchmen of every grade , keeping up an incessant clatter , that was worse even than the rattling of the cars . At noon , however , the storm began to break away , and ...
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Page 16 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 327 - For inquire, I pray thee, of the former age, And prepare thyself to the search of their fathers : (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow:) Shall not they teach thee, and tell thee, And utter words out of their heart?
Page 66 - THE Lord hear thee in the day of trouble; the name of the God of Jacob defend thee; Send thee help from the sanctuary, and strengthen thee out of Zion...
Page 198 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
Page 350 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Page 5 - And behold, I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest, and will bring thee again into this land; for I will not leave thee until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of.
Page 178 - But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him; and his righteousness unto children's children ; to such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them.
Page 349 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Page 349 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God!
Page 246 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.