Helena's household [by J. De Mille].1868 |
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James De Mille. " My sweet sister , " he said at last , speaking also in Greek , with a purity of accent that could only have been acquired by a residence under the shadow of the Athenian Acropolis- " my sweet sister , there is no reason ...
James De Mille. " My sweet sister , " he said at last , speaking also in Greek , with a purity of accent that could only have been acquired by a residence under the shadow of the Athenian Acropolis- " my sweet sister , there is no reason ...
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... speak . I have heard something about it . Was it not translated into Greek at Alexandria ? " " It was . But I need not say that to us , who know the original , the translation does not possess the same beauties . " " Of course not ...
... speak . I have heard something about it . Was it not translated into Greek at Alexandria ? " " It was . But I need not say that to us , who know the original , the translation does not possess the same beauties . " " Of course not ...
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... speaking these last words , Isaac's manner had become changed . A deeper tone attached itself to his voice . He seemed rather to be thinking aloud than talking to Cineas . In this partial abstraction he raised his eyes with an ...
... speaking these last words , Isaac's manner had become changed . A deeper tone attached itself to his voice . He seemed rather to be thinking aloud than talking to Cineas . In this partial abstraction he raised his eyes with an ...
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... speaking in a voice of tenderest and most generous sympathy , and laying his hand on the arm of the Jew , " let me not be the cause of so much agitation . Forgive me . I have opened mournful memories . Think of these things no more ...
... speaking in a voice of tenderest and most generous sympathy , and laying his hand on the arm of the Jew , " let me not be the cause of so much agitation . Forgive me . I have opened mournful memories . Think of these things no more ...
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... speak so strangely , " said Marcus , with the persistency of a child . " And how do you know it ? " asked his mother . " Oh , I have known it always - that is , ever since nurse has been here . And so I come to him , and I pray to him ...
... speak so strangely , " said Marcus , with the persistency of a child . " And how do you know it ? " asked his mother . " Oh , I have known it always - that is , ever since nurse has been here . And so I come to him , and I pray to him ...
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Сторінка 187 - Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness : for they shall be filled. Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God. Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God. Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Сторінка 46 - There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, And fire out of his mouth devoured : Coals were kindled by it.
Сторінка 283 - I wait for the LORD, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope. My soul waiteth for the LORD more than they that watch for the morning.
Сторінка 136 - But now, O Lord, thou art our father ; We are the clay, and thou our potter; And we all are the work of thy hand.
Сторінка 282 - OUT of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Lord. Lord, hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.
Сторінка 402 - A voice from the east, a voice from the west, a voice from the four winds, a voice against Jerusalem and the holy house, a voice against the bridegrooms and the brides, and a voice against this whole people!
Сторінка 48 - How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land ? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth...
Сторінка 283 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! 0 Grave ! where is thy victory? 0 Death! where is thy sting?
Сторінка 282 - I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength: free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand. Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.
Сторінка 47 - He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me.