Ella Lincoln: Or, Western Prairie Life, an Autobiography

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J. French, 1857 - 359 pagina's

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Pagina 236 - Lo, these are parts of his ways: but how little a portion is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?
Pagina 41 - Whence thou return'st, and whither went'st, I know For God is also in sleep, and dreams advise, Which he hath sent propitious, some great good Presaging, since, with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fell asleep: but now lead on; In me is no delay; with thee to go Is to stay here; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me Art all things under heaven, all places thou, Who for my wilful crime art banished hence. This further consolation yet secure I carry hence; though all...
Pagina 154 - Her lot is on you !— silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour, And sumless riches, from affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds— a wasted shower ! And to make idols, and to find them clay, And to bewail that worship — therefore pray!
Pagina 32 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
Pagina 268 - Inasmuch as ye did it not unto one of the least of these, ye did it not to me And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.
Pagina 307 - There is strength Deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reck But little, till the shafts of heaven have pierced Its fragile dwelling. — Must not earth be rent Before her gems are found?
Pagina 106 - He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of heaven, To serve the devil in...
Pagina 156 - THERE'S not a look, a word of thine My soul hath e'er forgot ; Thou ne'er hast bid a ringlet shine, Nor given thy locks one graceful twine, Which I remember not...
Pagina 31 - I've mingled with rapturous zest; For how slight is the touch that will...
Pagina 66 - Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest: welcome at an inn.

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