Labour and wait; or, Evelyn's story, Volumen89


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Página 249 - I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live : I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.
Página 145 - For all day the wheels are droning, turning; Their wind comes in our faces, Till our hearts turn, our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places...
Página 79 - There are who sigh that no fond heart is theirs, None loves them best — O vain and selfish sigh ! Out of the bosom of His love He spares — The Father spares the Son, for thee to die : For thee He died — for thee He lives again : O'er thee He watches in His boundless reign.
Página 304 - Learn to win a lady's faith Nobly, as the thing is high, Bravely, as for life and death. With a loyal gravity. VI. Lead her from the festive boards, Point her to the starry skies; Guard her by your truthful words Pure from courtship's flatteries. VII. By your truth she shall be true, Ever true, as wives of yore; And her "Yes" once said to you Shall be Yes for evermore.
Página 145 - Turns the long light that drops adown the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning, all the day, and we with all. And all day, the iron wheels are droning, And sometimes we could pray, 'O ye wheels,' (breaking out in a mad moaning) 'Stop!
Página 353 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...
Página 145 - They sink in man's despair, without its calm; Are slaves, without the liberty in Christdom, Are martyrs, by the pang without the palm; Are worn as if with age, yet unretrievingly The harvest of its memories cannot reap — Are orphans of the earthly love and heavenly.
Página 256 - As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the LORD is round about his people from henceforth even for ever.
Página 80 - Radiant daughter of the sun ! Now thy living wreath is won. Crown'd of Rome! — Oh! art thou not Happy in that glorious lot? — Happier, happier far than thou, With the laurel on thy brow, She that makes the humblest hearth Lovely but to one on earth ! THE RUIN.
Página 123 - Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of one of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me," — which is implied in the original.

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