The Opal: A Pure Gift for the Holy DaysJohn Keese, Sarah Josepha Buell Hale, Nathaniel Parker Willis J.C. Riker, 1847 |
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altar beautiful betrayed Biddy blessed breath Briggs bright brow Christ Christian clouds cold dark death deep docther earth EDWARDS LESTER Edwin Emily Morgan eyes face faith father fear feeling felt flowers Genoa gentle Gertrude girl grace Grainger hand happy heard heart heaven holy hope hour human human voice James Jamieson Kate knew la Superba lassie light lips live look Lord mailed armour Mequa mind Miss Grattan mistress Morgan rose morning mother mountains mournful nature never New-York night o'er Oliphant Palm Sunday palms passed Pecco poor prayer Pusános RICHARD GRANT WHITE Rock scene Scotch bache seemed seen selfish sigh Simeon Ben Shetach sister smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit Spring Stephen Wetherald stood sweet Tallahassee tears thee thine thing thou thought tion trees trembling voice wild woman word young youth
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Seite 259 - Then Judas, which had betrayed him, when he saw that he was condemned, repented himself, and brought again the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, saying, I have sinned in that I have betrayed the innocent blood. And they said, What is that to us? see thou to that. And he cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed, and went and hanged himself.
Seite 13 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Seite 130 - So soon as this want or power is dead, man becomes the living sepulchre of himself, and what yet survives is the mere husk of what once he was.
Seite 108 - Within the poisoned chalice. Thus, if we Seek only to draw forth the hidden sweet In all the varied human flowers we meet In the wide garden of humanity, And, like the bee, if home the spoil we bear, Hived in our hearts, it turns to nectar there.
Seite 108 - The honey-bee, that wanders all day long The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er, To gather in his fragrant winter store, Humming in calm content his quiet song, Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast, The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips ; But from all rank and noisome weeds he sips The single drop of sweetness ever pressed Within the poisoned chalice.
Seite 228 - O brother man ! fold to thy heart thy brother ; Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there ; To worship rightly is to love each other, Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
Seite 150 - I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...
Seite 113 - ... delivered from the power of darkness, and translated into the kingdom of God's dear Son ; as having redemption through Christ's blood, and the forgiveness of sins.
Seite 50 - Naught is seen in the vault on high But the moon, and the stars, and the cloudless sky, And the flood which rolls its milky hue, A river of light on the welkin blue. The moon looks down on old Cro'nest; She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast, And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below.
Seite 41 - And their nobles have sent their little ones to the waters: they came to the pits, and found no water; they returned with their vessels empty; they were ashamed and confounded, and covered their heads.