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 MissionaryJ.W. Moore, 1849 - 408 sider |
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Side 15
... dream of paradise , and its meandering brooks the waters of life ! —The storms and the tempests touch not the homes of such as these , but pass away , and their music sounds as the voice of Deity . The rich man chuckles in his earthly ...
... dream of paradise , and its meandering brooks the waters of life ! —The storms and the tempests touch not the homes of such as these , but pass away , and their music sounds as the voice of Deity . The rich man chuckles in his earthly ...
Side 16
... dreams , or the realities . of age have thrown a cloud over the heart , and dimmed the eyes of the boy . - Why are the young gay dreams of youth thus blighted , and darkness instead of light thrown around his pathway of life ? Do the ...
... dreams , or the realities . of age have thrown a cloud over the heart , and dimmed the eyes of the boy . - Why are the young gay dreams of youth thus blighted , and darkness instead of light thrown around his pathway of life ? Do the ...
Side 34
... dream , and he thinks no more of them . This arises from the fact of the mind being immersed in the subject of money and its accumulation , and always bent on the one object , " increase and multiply , " that it can scarcely be expected ...
... dream , and he thinks no more of them . This arises from the fact of the mind being immersed in the subject of money and its accumulation , and always bent on the one object , " increase and multiply , " that it can scarcely be expected ...
Side 40
... dream ; for there is a dream , a holy and pure vision seen through those pages , written by no common hand ... dreams of virtue gone ? -virtue from one on whom his heart doted - one in whose blue eye he I traced the likeness of ...
... dream ; for there is a dream , a holy and pure vision seen through those pages , written by no common hand ... dreams of virtue gone ? -virtue from one on whom his heart doted - one in whose blue eye he I traced the likeness of ...
Side 43
... dreams , and like an incubus , the name of Mary Elliott will sink him down to an early grave . LEAF SEVENTH . This noiseless sorrow tells the tale That the strings of the heart are broken . J. G. Brooke . THERE is something melancholy ...
... dreams , and like an incubus , the name of Mary Elliott will sink him down to an early grave . LEAF SEVENTH . This noiseless sorrow tells the tale That the strings of the heart are broken . J. G. Brooke . THERE is something melancholy ...
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Side 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.
Side 25 - Messiah's name ! 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole : Till o'er our ransom'd nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 211 - Oh grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world, without that only tie For which it loved to live or feared to die...