Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
asks beauty bids book of Proverbs called Christian Cicero Crown 8vo darkness death died Divine dream earth Emperor essayist evil exclaims eyes fate father fear feel French gentle gourd hand happy hath Hazael heart heaven Herman Merivale holy honour hope Horace Walpole hour human judge king knew Lady Leigh Hunt letter light live look Lord Lord Lytton man's Margaret Hale mind misery moral nature never night observes once Owen Feltham pain passed passion perhaps Pharaoh philosopher play Plutarch poet poor pray prayer promise prophet protestations proverb reminds rest says Scripture seems sense shadow Shakspeare Shakspeare's silence Sir James Stephen Sir Thomas Browne Sir Walter Scott sleep sorrow soul spirit story sweet tells Terah Termerus thee things thou thought to-morrow truth turn unto uttered wise words writes
Seite 197 - By faith he sojourned in the land of promise, as in a strange country, dwelling in tabernacles with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise; for he looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God.
Seite 10 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Seite 13 - Grey. But then I sigh, and with a piece of Scripture, Tell them — that God bids us do good for evil ; And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stolen forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Seite 263 - Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
Seite 356 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give...
Seite 338 - Nebuchadnezzar : and he was driven from men, and did eat grass as oxen, and his body was wet with the dew of heaven, till his hairs were grown like eagles' feathers, and his nails like birds
Seite 387 - What then? Israel hath not obtained that which he seeketh for; but the election hath obtained it, and the rest were blinded ; 8 (According as it is written, God hath given them the spirit of slumber, eyes that they should not see, and ears that they should not hear;) unto this day.
Seite 165 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Seite 387 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Seite 232 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?