The Peerage of Poverty: Or, Learners and Workers in Fields, Farms, and Factories

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S.W. Partridge & Company, 1870 - 493 pagina's

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Pagina 400 - And of the angels he saith, Who maketh his angels spirits, and his ministers a flame of fire.
Pagina 121 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault. The village all declared how much he knew : 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher, too ; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran — that he could gauge.
Pagina 151 - Oh my Lord, wherewith shall I save Israel ? behold, my family is poor in Manasseh, and I am the least in my father's house.
Pagina 262 - For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace : the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
Pagina 282 - Where is the wise ? where is the scribe ? where is the disputer of this world ? hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world ? For after that in the wisdom of God the world by wisdom knew not God, it pleased God by the foolishness of preaching to save them that believe.
Pagina 357 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Pagina 289 - The primal duties shine aloft — like stars ; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man — like flowers.
Pagina 359 - COME, see the Dolphin's anchor forged! 'tis at a white heat now — The bellows ceased, the flames decreased; though, on the forge's brow, The little flames still fitfully play through the sable mound. And fitfully you still may see the grim smiths ranking round; All clad in leathern panoply, their broad hands only bare. Some rest upon their sledges here, some work the windlass there.
Pagina 46 - I AM ! yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes...
Pagina 394 - Dutch settlement, was not, as might have been expected, in the best order; the apartment had not been regularly ventilated, and, either from this circumstance, or already affected by the fatal sickness peculiar to Batavia, Leyden, when he left the place, had a fit of shivering, and declared the atmosphere was enough to give any mortal a fever. The presage was too just; he took his bed, and died in three days, on the eve of the battle which gave Java to the British empire.

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