Hogg's Weekly Instructor, Томи 1 – 2J. Hogg, 1848 |
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... Death 256 Missionary Ship , the 192 78 Mother and her Child , the 96 378 My Mind to me a Kingdom is 160 Ode to a Grecian Urn 19 148 373 Old Clock , the 313 Mainzer , Dr , on Music and Education Organisation of Labour 215 Race of Old , a ...
... Death 256 Missionary Ship , the 192 78 Mother and her Child , the 96 378 My Mind to me a Kingdom is 160 Ode to a Grecian Urn 19 148 373 Old Clock , the 313 Mainzer , Dr , on Music and Education Organisation of Labour 215 Race of Old , a ...
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... death for the crime ; and not all the his position . He owed his elevation to the free suffrages influence of his name or relatives could shield the culprit of the Roman people ; and till they deprived him of his from the offended ...
... death for the crime ; and not all the his position . He owed his elevation to the free suffrages influence of his name or relatives could shield the culprit of the Roman people ; and till they deprived him of his from the offended ...
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... death of a relative was con- sidered a peculiar season of charity . The beautiful practice of adorning the grave with flowers seems to have been con- fined to the more humble portion of the Christian com- munity , and to have been ...
... death of a relative was con- sidered a peculiar season of charity . The beautiful practice of adorning the grave with flowers seems to have been con- fined to the more humble portion of the Christian com- munity , and to have been ...
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... death , and the clothes which are dyed with the approach of Azriel , or death , the invalid is laid on his same red tide , are reckoned sufficient for their purification , back , with his right side turned towards the holy city of ...
... death , and the clothes which are dyed with the approach of Azriel , or death , the invalid is laid on his same red tide , are reckoned sufficient for their purification , back , with his right side turned towards the holy city of ...
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... death , cold We come now to a part of their funeral customs that has hearts melted by its stroke , and distant ones drawn to- engaged the earnest attention , and brought upon the bar - gether over a new - made grave ! The season of death ...
... death , cold We come now to a part of their funeral customs that has hearts melted by its stroke , and distant ones drawn to- engaged the earnest attention , and brought upon the bar - gether over a new - made grave ! The season of death ...
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Сторінка 172 - Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection? It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know? The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
Сторінка 147 - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Сторінка 145 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Сторінка 180 - Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear; 5 Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
Сторінка 178 - And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.
Сторінка 272 - A man may be a heretic in the truth ; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.
Сторінка 172 - As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
Сторінка 147 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 88 - Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Сторінка 148 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.