Hogg's Weekly Instructor, Томи 1 – 2J. Hogg, 1848 |
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... heart of hearts , we feel in that heart of hearts that we have no cause to reproach those industrious workers and most useful servants . Then we must advance a step . If to those we must say Well done , good and faithful servants , ' we ...
... heart of hearts , we feel in that heart of hearts that we have no cause to reproach those industrious workers and most useful servants . Then we must advance a step . If to those we must say Well done , good and faithful servants , ' we ...
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... heart ; that pain and sorrow which mingle with and chasten the love ; those hopes and fears of husband , fa her , and friends . Mark the contrast presented by that interesting group : on the one hand , the intellects which have been ...
... heart ; that pain and sorrow which mingle with and chasten the love ; those hopes and fears of husband , fa her , and friends . Mark the contrast presented by that interesting group : on the one hand , the intellects which have been ...
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... heart , and uttered itself in such plaintive cadences ? They made the child sigh for a hymn ; and bird and child together woke Schubert's prayerful echoes in the mother's bosom . And s from the soul of the composer , in that far off ...
... heart , and uttered itself in such plaintive cadences ? They made the child sigh for a hymn ; and bird and child together woke Schubert's prayerful echoes in the mother's bosom . And s from the soul of the composer , in that far off ...
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... heart revealing Pleasures unalloy'd with care . Happy , happy , happy morning ! O how dear to us you are ! Sweeter sing the birds this morning ; Brighter shines the sun above , Flowers appear still more adorning Every bower and every ...
... heart revealing Pleasures unalloy'd with care . Happy , happy , happy morning ! O how dear to us you are ! Sweeter sing the birds this morning ; Brighter shines the sun above , Flowers appear still more adorning Every bower and every ...
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... hearts ready to lift him from his despondency , and demand his lost happiness from the barren solitude . Alas ! the heart makes its own happiness , and he leaves its best aids behind . But what meets he in the solitude ? Grief , too ...
... hearts ready to lift him from his despondency , and demand his lost happiness from the barren solitude . Alas ! the heart makes its own happiness , and he leaves its best aids behind . But what meets he in the solitude ? Grief , too ...
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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.