The Ladies' Repository, Bind 12L. Swormstedt and J.H. Power, 1852 |
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... feeling . To many that prayer was full of pathos , but to me there was what I have denominated devotional power . It had feeling itself , and it made you feel ; but it was fur- ther distinguished by authority which , to me , ex- erted a ...
... feeling . To many that prayer was full of pathos , but to me there was what I have denominated devotional power . It had feeling itself , and it made you feel ; but it was fur- ther distinguished by authority which , to me , ex- erted a ...
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... feel solicitous about the twelve patriarchs and their mates , whose feet were to be washed by the Emperor and his consort . We soon perceived two raised platforms , one on each side of a long table , and on each of these platforms were ...
... feel solicitous about the twelve patriarchs and their mates , whose feet were to be washed by the Emperor and his consort . We soon perceived two raised platforms , one on each side of a long table , and on each of these platforms were ...
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... feel- ing . The first time we heard of him , in our youth , plucking lilies from the Ouse for his kind master- or rather say , kind friend — our soul longed to have his like as a companion . Gentle Beau ! By the reader's willing ...
... feel- ing . The first time we heard of him , in our youth , plucking lilies from the Ouse for his kind master- or rather say , kind friend — our soul longed to have his like as a companion . Gentle Beau ! By the reader's willing ...
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... feel . Mingled with her prayers and cries were tender allusions to her dear , departed father , her widowed mother , and her own wicked heart . Would God not answer a father's prayer , who had already gone to heaven ? Would Jesus not ...
... feel . Mingled with her prayers and cries were tender allusions to her dear , departed father , her widowed mother , and her own wicked heart . Would God not answer a father's prayer , who had already gone to heaven ? Would Jesus not ...
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... upon , And in the still of night , I feel that guardian spirits ' wings Are folding over me , Sent forth by Him who promises The orphan's God to be ! LETTER FROM NEW ENGLAND . - BY JONATHAN . - 20 THE PUREST GEM.THE ORPHAN'S REVERIE .
... upon , And in the still of night , I feel that guardian spirits ' wings Are folding over me , Sent forth by Him who promises The orphan's God to be ! LETTER FROM NEW ENGLAND . - BY JONATHAN . - 20 THE PUREST GEM.THE ORPHAN'S REVERIE .
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Side 298 - For as the rain cometh down, And the snow from heaven, And returneth not thither, But watereth the earth, And maketh it bring forth and bud, That it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: It shall not return unto me void, But it shall accomplish that which I please, And it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
Side 4 - He that planted the ear, shall he not hear? he that formed the eye, shall he not see? He that chastiseth the heathen, shall not he correct? he that teacheth man knowledge, shall not he know?
Side 298 - 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.
Side 298 - For when for the time ye ought to be teachers, ye have need that one teach you again which be the first principles of the oracles of God; and are become such as have need of milk, and not of strong meat.
Side 252 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Side 74 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar— for 'twas trod Until his very steps have left a trace, Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Side 214 - Verily I say unto you, I will drink no more of the fruit of the vine, until that day that I drink it new in the kingdom of God.
Side 298 - For as the rain comes down, and the snow from heaven, and do not return there, But water the earth, and make it bring forth and bud, That it may give seed to the sower And bread to the eater, So shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth; It shall not return to Me void, But it shall accomplish what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it.
Side 358 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Side 200 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.