Pleasant Memories of Pleasant LandsJ. Munroe, 1844 - 373 pàgines |
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Pàgina 120 - He repeated this so earnestly that we could not refuse ; his daughters went into his study, opened his writing-desk, and laid paper and pens in the usual order, and I then moved him through the hall and into the spot where he had always been accustomed to work. When the chair was placed at the desk, and he found himself in the old position, he smiled and thanked us, and said — ' Now give me my pen, and leave me for a little to myself.
Pàgina 90 - For the Lord will not cast off for ever: But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies. For he doth not afflict willingly nor grieve the children of men.
Pàgina 173 - For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me. I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
Pàgina 179 - Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear To dig the dust enclosed here : Blest be the man that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Pàgina 90 - How hath the Lord covered the daughter of Zion with a cloud in his anger, and cast down from heaven unto the earth the beauty of Israel, and remembered not his footstool in the day of his anger!
Pàgina 286 - She heard, through all, her beating heart, And turned and wept ! She wept, to wear a crown. God save thee, weeping Queen ! Thou shalt be well beloved, The tyrant's sceptre cannot move As those pure tears have moved ; The nature in thine...
Pàgina 372 - God of our salvation; thou who art the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of those who are afar off upon the sea...
Pàgina 206 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Pàgina 90 - Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, How shall ye flee away and be at rest ? The wild dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, Mankind their country — Israel but the grave !
Pàgina 246 - In fixed and stern array, With buckled helm and bayonet, As on the battle-day. By square, and fountain side, Heads in dense masses rise, And tower, and battlement, and tree, Are studded thick with eyes. Comes there some conqueror home In triumph from the fight, With spoil and captives in his train, The trophies of his might? The " Arc de Triomphe " glows ! A martial host are nigh, France pours in long succession forth Her pomp of chivalry.