The Iris: a Literary and Religious Offering, Volume 1

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Sampson Low, 1830
 

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Pagina 53 - bloweth where it listeth ; and thou hearest the " sound thereof; but canst not tell whence it " cometh, nor whither it goeth : so, is every one
Pagina 199 - Oh that I had wings like a dove ! Then would I fly away, and be at rest.
Pagina 193 - Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.
Pagina 99 - And it shall be, if thou wilt hearken unto all that I command thee, and wilt walk in My ways, and do that is right in My sight, to keep My statutes and My commandments, as David My servant did; that I will be with thee, and build thee a sure house, as I built for David, and will give Israel unto thee.
Pagina 272 - I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy plagues; O grave, I will be thy destruction: repentance shall be hid from mine eyes.
Pagina 174 - I would go to Worms, though there were as many devils there as there are tiles on the houses...
Pagina 181 - For other foundation can no man lay than is laid, which is Jesus Christ.
Pagina 40 - Alas ! if we murmur at things like these, That reflection tells us are wise decrees : That the wind is not ever a gentle breath — That the sun is often the bearer of death — That the...
Pagina 238 - ... it is with the utmost difficulty that a single guinea can be squeezed from their pockets for any object of benevolence or public utility ? Almost every one seems to reason, like the Duke of Newcastle, that he has a right " to do what, he pleases with his own...
Pagina 38 - What to-morrow it ruthlessly sends away. Strange, that the sun should call into birth All the fairest flowers and fruits of earth, Then bid them perish and see them die, While they cheer the soul and gladden the eye. At morn, its child is the pride of spring— At night a shrivelled and loathsome thing! To.day, there is hope and life in its breath, To-morrow, it shrinks to a useless death.

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