Nobly Born

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James Clarke, 1871 - 469 oldal

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165. oldal - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
209. oldal - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
196. oldal - THEREFORE with Angels and Archangels, and with all the company of heaven, we laud and magnify thy glorious Name, evermore praising thee, and saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of hosts, heaven and earth are full of thy glory. Glory be to thee, O Lord most high.
196. oldal - ... GOD, LAMB of GOD, SON of the FATHER, that takest away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us. Thou that takest away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us. Thou that takest away the sins of the world, receive our prayer. Thou that sittest at the right hand of GOD the FATHER, have mercy upon us.
124. oldal - ... boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
425. oldal - There, on a slope of orchard, Francis laid A damask napkin wrought with horse and hound, Brought out a dusky loaf that smelt of home, And, half-cut-down, a pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and in jellied...
202. oldal - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic...
431. oldal - Nor the heart where love's soft bands are breaking. So would I die ! All bliss, without a pang to cloud it ! All joy, without a pain to shroud it ! Not slain, but caught up, as it were, To meet my Saviour in the air ! So would I die ! Oh how bright . Were the realms of light. Bursting at once upon the sight ! Even so I long to go — These parting hours, how sad and slow...
435. oldal - In all time of our tribulation; in all time of our wealth; in the hour of death, and in the day of judgement, Good Lord, deliver us.
433. oldal - Come; let us go: your cheeks are pale; But half my life I leave behind : Methinks my friend is richly shrined; But I shall pass; my work will fail.

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