Mysteries of City Life; Or, Stray Leaves from the World's Book: Being a Series of Tales, Sketches, Incidents, and Scenes, Founded Upon the Notes of a Home Missionary
J.W. Moore, 1849 - 408 էջ
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Mysteries of City Life: Or, Stray Leaves from the World's Book, Being a ...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1849
Agnes Alfred appearance asked beautiful beneath bless bright called Charles Marlowe cheek child Clairville cold crime curse dark daughter dead dear death dollars door dreams dwelling earth exclaimed eyes father fearful feel gazed George Somers Giles girl grave hand happy heard heart heaven Henry Middleton hope human Kris Kringle labor LEAF light Little Savage lives look Lucy Marlowe Mary Mary Elliott mind misery Missionary mother never night o'er opened pale pale moonlight passed Peter Helm Philadelphia picture poor Poplar Lane Potter's Field poverty pray prayer readers rich scene sick smile Somers sorrow soul sound speak Stephen Girard stood street Sunderland Switzer tears tell tempest thee thing thought uttered voice wife wild window woman words wretched yellow fever young youth
Էջ 64 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Էջ 25 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Էջ 382 - For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.
Էջ 264 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Էջ 25 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Էջ 70 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Էջ 251 - Offer unto God thanksgiving; and pay thy vows unto the most High: And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.
Էջ 107 - Of their own limbs : how many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery ! Sore pierc'd by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty...