Какво казват хората - Напишете рецензия
Не намерихме рецензии на обичайните места.
Други издания - Преглед на всички
able Adger asked Assembly Augustine believe Board brother called Charleston Christian Church close College congregation continued course DEAR DEAR SIR death desire duty Ellison expect Father feel give given hand hear heard heart hope interest James John kind leave letter Library live look meeting mind minister Miss morning Mother never night once Pastor prayer preached prepared Presbyterian Presbyterian Church present published received reference regard remain respect School Second seemed sent sermon sister Smith Smyth Society soon South spirit taken tell thing Thomas THOMAS SMYTH thought tion told took Union views week whole wife wish write written young
Страница 276 - FROM all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise : Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal .are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Страница 402 - The voice of thy thunder was in the heaven: the lightnings lightened the world : the earth trembled and shook.
Страница 723 - The assembly of the Saints. They stand, those halls of Syon, Conjubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng...
Страница 117 - With tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the Dead; with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind.
Страница 511 - And fades the grass away. 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, And dies if one be gone : Strange ! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long.
Страница 117 - With them I take delight in weal, And seek relief in woe ; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedewed With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
Страница 8 - Of others' sight familiar were to hers. And this the world calls frenzy; but the wise Have a far deeper madness, and the glance Of melancholy is a fearful gift; What is it but the telescope of truth? Which strips the distance of its fantasies, And brings life near in utter nakedness, Making the cold reality too real!
Страница 14 - Thus, and enamoured, were in him the same. But his was not the love of living dame, Nor of the dead who rise upon our dreams, But of ideal beauty, which became In him existence, and o'erflowing teems Along his burning page, distempered though it seems.