The North British review1851 |
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... gold , brass , and silk ; " and that " the substantive and adjective are frequently convertible without the smallest change of meaning ; as we may say - a perverse nature , or , a natural perversity . " The schoolboy who translated ...
... gold , brass , and silk ; " and that " the substantive and adjective are frequently convertible without the smallest change of meaning ; as we may say - a perverse nature , or , a natural perversity . " The schoolboy who translated ...
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... gold in the distance , the pilgrims with their children were left , like her , exposed on the beach , but fortunately , as we shall presently see , there were some stout - hearted fishermen who Objects of the Association overlooked ...
... gold in the distance , the pilgrims with their children were left , like her , exposed on the beach , but fortunately , as we shall presently see , there were some stout - hearted fishermen who Objects of the Association overlooked ...
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... gold of intellectual commerce , or to compare it with the weights against which it is balanced ; but we demand of those who practise at midnight the doctrine of chances , or whose science is limited to the turf or the prize ring , if ...
... gold of intellectual commerce , or to compare it with the weights against which it is balanced ; but we demand of those who practise at midnight the doctrine of chances , or whose science is limited to the turf or the prize ring , if ...
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... set a flowing to roll down a few grains of gold . No doubt it would be sad to lose these parts of our nature ; but Ethics does not Arguments for Ethical Reform . 297 exist so much to 296 British and Continental Ethics and Christianity .
... set a flowing to roll down a few grains of gold . No doubt it would be sad to lose these parts of our nature ; but Ethics does not Arguments for Ethical Reform . 297 exist so much to 296 British and Continental Ethics and Christianity .
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... gold pieces stitched into a leather girdle . Sleeping in a country inn on one of the first nights of his flight , the fugitive forgot the girdle , _ and did not miss it till he reached his next resting - place . It was a weary tramp to ...
... gold pieces stitched into a leather girdle . Sleeping in a country inn on one of the first nights of his flight , the fugitive forgot the girdle , _ and did not miss it till he reached his next resting - place . It was a weary tramp to ...
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Сторінка 28 - How think ye? if a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray, doth he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth into the mountains, and seeketh that which is gone astray. And if so be that he find it, verily I say unto you, he rejoiceth more of that sheep, than of the ninety and nine which went not astray. Even so it is not the will of your Father which is in heaven, that one of these little ones should perish.
Сторінка 164 - But now afflictions bow me down to earth; Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth; But oh! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth. My shaping spirit of Imagination.
Сторінка 315 - Neither do men put new wine into old bottles : else the bottles break, and the wine runneth out, and the bottles perish : but they put new wine into new bottles, and both are preserved.
Сторінка 474 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Сторінка 443 - The name of the first is Pison : that is it which compasseth the whole land of Havilah, where there is gold ; and the gold of that land is good : there is bdellium and the onyx stone.
Сторінка 348 - LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows On this thy day, in this thy house ; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from the desert rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our laboring souls aspire, With ardent pangs of strong desire.
Сторінка 414 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Сторінка 499 - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice, "Believe no more," And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the godless deep; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd, "I have felt.
Сторінка 502 - Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
Сторінка 474 - But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.