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Страница 61 - But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here. Shall we build to affection and love ? Ah, no ! they have withered and died, Or fled with the spirit above ; Friends, brothers, and sisters are laid side by side, Yet none have saluted, and none have replied.
Страница 345 - For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of Him who hath subjected the same in hope ; Because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God.
Страница 526 - For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of the birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in the land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away...
Страница 415 - Then, with gun in hand, and pack on my back, in which were my papers and provisions, I set out with Mr. Gist, fitted in the same manner, on Wednesday the 26th.
Страница 292 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Страница 381 - Brother, our seats were once large and yours were small. You have now become a great people, and we have scarcely a place left to spread our blankets.
Страница 527 - Two sudden blows with a ragged stick, And one with a heavy stone, One hurried gash with a hasty knife, And then the deed was done: There was nothing lying at my foot But lifeless flesh and bone!
Страница 87 - All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: the grass withereth, the flower fadethr because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it : surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth : but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Страница 135 - Twas pale and dusky night, with many shadows Fantastically cast. Here six or seven Colossal statues, and all kings, stood round me In a half-circle. Each one in his hand A sceptre bore, and on his head a star ; And in the tower no other light was there But from these stars, all seemed to come from them. " These are the planets," said that low old man, " They govern worldly fates, and for that cause Are imaged here as kings.