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D. Appleton, 1853 - 399 pagina's
 

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Pagina 242 - To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Pagina 29 - Commit thy way unto the Lord ; trust also in him, and he will bring it to pass.
Pagina 19 - Father ! oh, my father, speak — bless, forgive me !" at length Reuben wildly exclaimed, breaking from that convulsive hold to sink as a penitent upon the earth. He spoke in vain ; the spirit had lingered to gaze once more upon the firstborn of his love, then fled from earth for ever. CHAPTER II. IT is two years after the mournful event recorded in our last chapter that we recommence our simple narrative. When time and prayer had softened the first deep affliction, the widow and her family indeed...
Pagina 156 - Dark lowers our fate, And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us ; But nothing, till that latest agony Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prison-house, In the terrific face of armed law, Yea, on the scaffold, if it needs must be, I never will forsake thee.
Pagina 225 - spirit," led her to encourage Mr. Carson more than ever she had done before. Some weeks after this there was a meeting 'of the Trades' Union to which John Barton belonged. The morning of the day on which it was to take place he had lain late in bed, for what was the use of getting up? He had hesitated between the purchase of meal or opium, and had chosen the latter, for its use had become a necessity with him. He wanted it to relieve him from the terrible depression its absence occasioned. A large...
Pagina 306 - I have no hope in loving thee, I only ask to love ; I brood upon my silent heart^ As on its nest the dove ; But little have I been beloved — Sad, silent, and alone ; And yet I feel, in loving thee, The wide world is my own. Thine is the name I breathe to heaven — Thy face is on my sleep ; I only ask that love like this May pray for thee and weep.
Pagina 175 - ... obscured by the sudden and awful darkness, which had changed that bright glowing hue of the sunny sky into a pall of dense and terrible blackness, becoming thicker and denser with every succeeding minute, till a darkness which might be felt, enveloped that devoted city as with the grim shadow of death. His ear was deafened by the appalling sounds of human agony and Nature's wrath; for now, sounds as of a hundred waterspouts, the dull continued roar of subterranean thunder, becoming at times loud...
Pagina 118 - But we must wander witheringly, In other lands to die; And where our fathers' ashes be, Our own may never lie: Our temple hath not left a stone, And Mockery sits on Salem's throne.
Pagina 174 - The crowd assembled to witness the martyrs' death fled, wildly shrieking, on every side. Scattered to the heaving ground, the blazing piles lay powerless to injure ; their bonds were shivered, their guards were fled. One bound brought Alvar to his wife, and he clasped her in his arms. " God, God of mercy, save us yet again ! Be with us to the end !" he exclaimed, and faith winged the prayer. On, on he sped ; up, up, in direction of the heights, •where he knew comparative safety lay ; but ere he...

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