Stories of the Olden Time

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American Book Company, 1889 - English language - 254 pages
 

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Page 28 - Saying, These last have wrought but one hour, and thou hast made them equal unto us, which have borne the burden and heat of the day.
Page 73 - For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still!
Page 251 - FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Page 74 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Page 26 - Why stand ye here all the day idle? They say unto him, Because no man hath hired us. He saith unto them, Go ye also into the vineyard, and whatsoever is right, that shall ye receive. So when even was come, the Lord of the vineyard saith unto his steward, Call the labourers, and give them their hire, beginning from the last unto the first.
Page 29 - He answered and said unto them, Because it is given unto you to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it is not given.
Page 73 - And it came to pass that night, that the angel of the LORD went out, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand : and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses.
Page 72 - I will put my hook in thy nose, and my bridle in thy lips, and I will turn thee back by the way by which thou earnest.
Page 252 - They now to fight are gone, Armor on armor shone, Drum now to drum did groan, To hear was wonder, That with the cries they make The very earth did shake, Trumpet to trumpet spake, Thunder to thunder.
Page 73 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

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