The Repository, Հատորներ 51-52Universalist Publishing House, 1874 |
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Արդյունքներ 74–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... darker shades of the picture which has been faithfully painted before them in all its colors - that they have feasted ... dark depths beneath the fairest surfaces of life . The world , listen- ing to Rousseau , is like a young priest ...
... darker shades of the picture which has been faithfully painted before them in all its colors - that they have feasted ... dark depths beneath the fairest surfaces of life . The world , listen- ing to Rousseau , is like a young priest ...
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... dark when the young gentlemen reached the little station which was their stopping - place . ' Squire Waring , John's father , was waiting with horse and sleigh which took the tired and hungry very few minutes , and presently Mr. Gregory ...
... dark when the young gentlemen reached the little station which was their stopping - place . ' Squire Waring , John's father , was waiting with horse and sleigh which took the tired and hungry very few minutes , and presently Mr. Gregory ...
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... dark eyes . as he spoke the hand fluttering within his into a. two work - baskets ; all combined to make the room seem an agreeable haven of rest to the weary stranger . Of course John Waring and his parents had many things of interest ...
... dark eyes . as he spoke the hand fluttering within his into a. two work - baskets ; all combined to make the room seem an agreeable haven of rest to the weary stranger . Of course John Waring and his parents had many things of interest ...
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... dark and cold , Shone with a light like that Christmas of old , It streamed through the mist of the snow far and wide , On this night when the poor old master died , And some said that music soft and clear In each hush of the wind and ...
... dark and cold , Shone with a light like that Christmas of old , It streamed through the mist of the snow far and wide , On this night when the poor old master died , And some said that music soft and clear In each hush of the wind and ...
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... dark plot to mar The old king's plans . Within a ruined tower That crowned a mountain - crest , up whose steep sides The king oft spurred when hunting the wild boar , A fair girl dwelt - sole remnant of her race . No father watched her ...
... dark plot to mar The old king's plans . Within a ruined tower That crowned a mountain - crest , up whose steep sides The king oft spurred when hunting the wild boar , A fair girl dwelt - sole remnant of her race . No father watched her ...
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Common terms and phrases
Abbot Arla asked Aunt Babism beautiful believe called Charles Sumner charming child Christian church Copernicus Daphne dark daugh dear death divine Don Quixote door dress earth eyes face faith father fear feel Flossy flowers friends genius girl give grace hand happy hear heard heart heaven hope human John Forrest Julius Cæsar knew lady Letty Liane light ligion Little Shepherdess living look Lope de Vega Mainau marriage ment mind Miss morning mother nature ness never night noble once passed Persia picture Pompeii poor religion Ridgeway seemed side smile sorrow soul spirit stood story strange sweet tell things thought tion Titian told Trachenberg trees truth turned uncon voice walk whole wife woman women wonder words young youth
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Էջ 132 - And the fear of you and the dread of you shall be upon every beast of the earth, and upon every fowl of the air, upon all that moveth upon the earth, and upon all the fishes of the sea; into your hand are they delivered.
Էջ 165 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Էջ 185 - The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the aspect of a guide or genius ; for it commonly operates revolutions in our way of life, terminates an epoch of infancy or of youth which was waiting to be closed, breaks up a wonted occupation, or a household, or style of living, and allows the formation of new ones more friendly to the growth of character.
Էջ 165 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Էջ 472 - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true?
Էջ 185 - And yet the compensations of calamity are made apparent to the understanding also, after long intervals of time. A fever, a mutilation, a cruel disappointment, a loss of wealth, a loss of friends, seems at the moment unpaid loss, and unpayable. But the sure years reveal the deep remedial force that underlies all facts. The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the. aspect of a guide or genius ; for it commonly...
Էջ 438 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Էջ 250 - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
Էջ 165 - Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Էջ 303 - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want.