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... falling down to the ground . " - Luke , xxii . 44 . 5 " And there was darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour . " - Luke , xxiii . 44 . 6 " And when Jesus had cried with a loud voice , he said , Father , into thy hands I ...
... falling down to the ground . " - Luke , xxii . 44 . 5 " And there was darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour . " - Luke , xxiii . 44 . 6 " And when Jesus had cried with a loud voice , he said , Father , into thy hands I ...
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... fall'n ! the slain Thy mountains stain . Oh ! let it not in Gath be known , Nor in the streets of Askelon !? Lest that sad story should excite Their dire delight ! Lest in the torrent of our woe , Their pleasure flow : Lest their ...
... fall'n ! the slain Thy mountains stain . Oh ! let it not in Gath be known , Nor in the streets of Askelon !? Lest that sad story should excite Their dire delight ! Lest in the torrent of our woe , Their pleasure flow : Lest their ...
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... fall ! Who fed you with the earth's increase , And crown'd with peace ; With robes of Tyrian purple deck'd , And gems which sparkling light reflect . How are thy worthies by the sword Of war devour'd ! O Jonathan ! the better part Of my ...
... fall ! Who fed you with the earth's increase , And crown'd with peace ; With robes of Tyrian purple deck'd , And gems which sparkling light reflect . How are thy worthies by the sword Of war devour'd ! O Jonathan ! the better part Of my ...
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... fall'st.2 Moon 3 , that now meet'st the orient Sun , now fly'st , With the fix'd stars , fix'd in their orb that flies : And ye five other wandering fires that move In mystic 5 dance not without song , resound His praise , who out of ...
... fall'st.2 Moon 3 , that now meet'st the orient Sun , now fly'st , With the fix'd stars , fix'd in their orb that flies : And ye five other wandering fires that move In mystic 5 dance not without song , resound His praise , who out of ...
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... fall , And the echoes from a thousand cliffs , Like lonely voices call . 1 The Aurora Borealis . In the northern skies , in clear frosty even- ings , this electrical phenomenon is often seen . To the inhabitants of the arctic regions ...
... fall , And the echoes from a thousand cliffs , Like lonely voices call . 1 The Aurora Borealis . In the northern skies , in clear frosty even- ings , this electrical phenomenon is often seen . To the inhabitants of the arctic regions ...
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Page 100 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 24 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Page 81 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Page 67 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 118 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Page 34 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Page 35 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 89 - God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Page 68 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 101 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...