Hogg's Weekly Instructor, Volúmenes1-2J. Hogg, 1848 |
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... voice , the lion and the lamb join in the chorus , and the anthem of the prime- val morning stars is again heard ringing through the vault of heaven . Must we not then dismiss those also with Well done , good and faithful servants ...
... voice , the lion and the lamb join in the chorus , and the anthem of the prime- val morning stars is again heard ringing through the vault of heaven . Must we not then dismiss those also with Well done , good and faithful servants ...
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... voice or motion . ' He no more attempted to speak to the people ; he had made his appeal , and found it vain . He was in the hands of his enemies ; he was prepared for their vengeance , but he scorned to ask mercy . The mob was awed ...
... voice or motion . ' He no more attempted to speak to the people ; he had made his appeal , and found it vain . He was in the hands of his enemies ; he was prepared for their vengeance , but he scorned to ask mercy . The mob was awed ...
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... voice , that I chose her for my life friend . And oh , she made the earth so beautiful ! ' His companion laughed and said , ' I dreamed of her too . So you preferred that floating soap - bubble , did you ? I should have guessed as much ...
... voice , that I chose her for my life friend . And oh , she made the earth so beautiful ! ' His companion laughed and said , ' I dreamed of her too . So you preferred that floating soap - bubble , did you ? I should have guessed as much ...
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... voice of memory . The child heard it , and sighed un- consciously , as he put his little feverish hand within his mother's , and said , Please sing me a hymn , dear mother . ' With a soft clear voice , subdued by her depth of feeling ...
... voice of memory . The child heard it , and sighed un- consciously , as he put his little feverish hand within his mother's , and said , Please sing me a hymn , dear mother . ' With a soft clear voice , subdued by her depth of feeling ...
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... voice , methinks , pervades these halls , Now desolate , and bare , and cold- A tale seems written on these walls , Which better ' twere to leave untold ! No royal colours flying , show That hither kings and queens resort : Here sits ...
... voice , methinks , pervades these halls , Now desolate , and bare , and cold- A tale seems written on these walls , Which better ' twere to leave untold ! No royal colours flying , show That hither kings and queens resort : Here sits ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 172 - As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
Página 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.
Página 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
Página 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.