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Сторінка 33 - Then shall this general confession be made, in the name of all those that are minded to receive the Holy Communion...
Сторінка 72 - And they met Moses and Aaron, who stood in the way, as they came forth from Pharaoh: and they said unto them, The LORD look upon you, and judge; because ye have made our savour to be abhorred in the eyes of Pharaoh, and in the eyes of his servants, to put a sword in their hand to slay us.
Сторінка 21 - If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir.
Сторінка 294 - Excise. A hateful tax levied upon commodities, and adjudged not by the common judges of property, but wretches hired by those to whom excise is paid.
Сторінка 234 - He, being made perfect in a short time, fulfilled a long time: For his soul pleased the Lord: therefore hasted he to take him away from among the wicked.
Сторінка 327 - This world is the nurse of all we know, This world is the mother of all we feel, And the coming of death is a fearful blow To a brain unencompassed with nerves of steel ; When all that we know, or feel, or see, Shall pass like an unreal mystery.
Сторінка 185 - Fear him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear; Make you his service your delight, Your wants shall be his care.
Сторінка 159 - Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast ;' I was not sick of any fear from thence : But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine.