Moss-sideDerby & Jackson, 1857 - 450 pàgines |
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 392 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Pàgina 1 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Pàgina 28 - Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!
Pàgina 194 - So disasters come not singly ; But as if they watched and waited, Scanning one another's motions, When the first descends, the others Follow, follow, gathering flock-wise Round their victim, sick and wounded, First a shadow, then a sorrow, Till the air is dark with anguish.
Pàgina 271 - GOD is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade ; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there ; Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear.
Pàgina 129 - And the strange inborn sense of coming ill, That ofttimes whispers to the haunted breast, In a low tone which nought can drown or still, 'Midst feasts and melodies a secret guest ; Whence doth that murmur wake, that shadow fall ? Why shakes the spirit thus?
Pàgina 418 - Now, one chill November morn, many russet autumns gone, A strange ship with folded wings lay dozing off the lea ; It had lain throughout the night with its wings of murky white...