Spare Hours, by John Brown

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1882 - 458 pÓgines
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PÓgina 210 - God hath tempered the body together, having given more abundant honour to that part which lacked: that there should be no schism in the body, but that the members should have the same care one for another. And whether one member suffer, all the members suffer with it; or one member be honoured, all the members rejoice with it.
PÓgina 170 - God gives us love. Something to love He lends us ; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.
PÓgina 184 - But when they knew that he was a Jew, all with one voice about the space of two hours cried out, Great is Diana of the Ephesians.
PÓgina 244 - 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!
PÓgina 283 - Behold, I stand at the door, and knock : if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and sup with him, and he with me.
PÓgina 246 - One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
PÓgina 210 - And the eye cannot say unto the hand, "I have no need of thee:" nor again the head to the feet, "I have no need of you.
PÓgina 364 - Action is transitory — a step, a blow. The motion of a muscle — this way or that — 'Tis done, and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed : Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
PÓgina 349 - Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
PÓgina 203 - And he wrote in the letter, saying, "Set ye Uriah in the forefront of the hottest battle, and retire ye from him, that he may be smitten, and die.

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