Jeannette Isabelle: A Novel, Հատոր 3 |
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... that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts - even one thing befalleth them : -as the one dieth , so dieth the other ; yea , they have all one breath , so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast ; for all is vanity .
... that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts - even one thing befalleth them : -as the one dieth , so dieth the other ; yea , they have all one breath , so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast ; for all is vanity .
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Էջ 143 - For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast: for all is vanity. All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.
Էջ 143 - Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment. Therefore remove sorrow from thy heart, and put away evil from thy flesh : for childhood and youth are vanity.
Էջ 194 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Էջ 214 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them: " But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring ; A scrip with herbs and fruit.s supplied, And water from the spring. " Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Էջ 256 - Haec ubi dicta dedit, lacrimantem et multa volentem 790 Dicere deseruit, tenuesque recessit in auras. Ter conatus ibi collo dare brachia circum, Ter frustra comprensa manus effugit imago, Par levibus ventis volucrique simillima somno.
Էջ 142 - I communed with mine own heart, saying, Lo, I am come to great estate, and have gotten more wisdom than all they that have been before me in Jerusalem: yea, my heart had great experience of wisdom and knowledge. And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit. For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
Էջ 86 - ... here, as before, the utmost extreme claims for itself the greatest liberality. One cardinal proposition, and but one, those who make this claim do hold to. It is that religious belief, articles of faith, creeds, are of no consequence provided the life be right. " For forms and creeds let graceless bigots fight, He can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Էջ 217 - Those evening bells ! those evening bells ! How many a tale their music tells Of youth, and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime. Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells.
Էջ 102 - the truth is not to be spoken at all times.'" " And I never believed in it so little ! " she cried, indignantly. " Think what a record he has left ; what respect hangs about his memory!
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| Վերնագիր | Jeannette Isabelle: A Novel, Հատոր 3 Jeannette Isabelle: A Novel, George Valentine Cox |
| Հեղինակ | George Valentine Cox |
| Աջակցող | Chiswick Press |
| Հրատարակիչ | John Richardson, 1837 |
| Original from | Նյու Յորքի Հանրային գրադարան |
| Digitized | 11 Հունվար 2007 |
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