Shirley: A Tale, Volum 2

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B. Tauchnitz, 1849 - 412 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 398 - And the first went, and poured out his vial upon the earth; and there fell a noisome and grievous sore upon the men which had the mark of the beast, and upon them which worshipped his image.
Pàgina 135 - Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home.
Pàgina 14 - Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection. But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. For Adam was first formed, then Eve. And Adam was not deceived, but the woman being deceived was in the transgression.
Pàgina 135 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...
Pàgina 203 - AND it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.
Pàgina 229 - ll not remember it. I am resolved, as long as may be, to retain the right to say with Paul — 'I am not mad, but speak forth the words of truth and soberness.
Pàgina 135 - Thy Word commands our flesh to dust, 'Return, ye sons of men': All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again.
Pàgina 134 - O GoD, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.
Pàgina 149 - Then the watcher approaches the patient's pillow, and sees a new and strange moulding of the familiar features, feels at once that the insufferable moment draws nigh, knows that it is God's will his idol shall be broken, and bends his head, and subdues his soul to the sentence he cannot avert, and scarce can bear. Happy Mrs. Pryor! She was still praying, unconscious that the summer sun hung above the hills, when her child softly woke in her arms. No piteous, unconscious moaning - sound which so wastes...
Pàgina 112 - Rain has beat all day on that church tower : it rises dark from the stony enclosure of its graveyard : the nettles, the long grass, and the tombs all drip with wet. This evening reminds me too forcibly of another evening some years ago : a howling, rainy autumn evening too — when certain who had that day performed a pilgrimage to a grave new made in a heretic cemetery, sat near a woodfire on the hearth of a foreign dwelling.

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