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... continued weeping , till she fell , insensibly , into a sound sleep . Rosine , soon after , awoke ; she drew aside the curtain , to rise , and discovered the sleeping child - her cheeks stained with tears , and her bosom still heaving ...
... continued weeping , till she fell , insensibly , into a sound sleep . Rosine , soon after , awoke ; she drew aside the curtain , to rise , and discovered the sleeping child - her cheeks stained with tears , and her bosom still heaving ...
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... continued in the tenderest voice , " and here have I been teasing you with my follies . " " I am not quite well , " she answered , as he affectionately kissed her , and then sat down sadly , and quietly , hold- ing his mother's hand ...
... continued in the tenderest voice , " and here have I been teasing you with my follies . " " I am not quite well , " she answered , as he affectionately kissed her , and then sat down sadly , and quietly , hold- ing his mother's hand ...
Page 53
... continued weeping , his chest heaved , and a sort of con- vulsive sob increased so violently , that had he not been taken away , he would have fallen down in a fit . When in bed he soon became quite com- posed , and was able to bear the ...
... continued weeping , his chest heaved , and a sort of con- vulsive sob increased so violently , that had he not been taken away , he would have fallen down in a fit . When in bed he soon became quite com- posed , and was able to bear the ...
Page 101
... continued , " I tried to persuade myself that I was doing rightly , and cloaked my passion , my cruelty , in what I falsely reasoned into duty ; my conscience upbraided me all the time . I will not distress you any longer , but I will ...
... continued , " I tried to persuade myself that I was doing rightly , and cloaked my passion , my cruelty , in what I falsely reasoned into duty ; my conscience upbraided me all the time . I will not distress you any longer , but I will ...
Page 170
... continued long very anxious : he did not show his feelings so much after some time , but I think he suffered just as much ; he always suffers whatever it may be , without speaking about it . My mother had been dead more than a year . I ...
... continued long very anxious : he did not show his feelings so much after some time , but I think he suffered just as much ; he always suffers whatever it may be , without speaking about it . My mother had been dead more than a year . I ...
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Page 52 - Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
Page 115 - Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked...
Page 197 - Yet thou sayest, Because I am innocent, surely his anger shall turn from me. Behold, I will plead with thee, because thou sayest, I have not sinned.
Page 103 - Philip findeth Nathanael, and saith unto him, We have found him of whom Moses in the law and the prophets did write, Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph.
Page 155 - Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God, Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both.
Page viii - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched : yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Page 59 - If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you. If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.
Page 219 - Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hill of heavenly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast...
Page xiv - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ersluide The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Page 128 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.