The American and continental monthly, Zväzok 1Houlston, 1870 |
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American answered appearance asked beautiful become believe better Blessing blood body called carried cause character close coming continued course death entered experience expression eyes face fact feel feet felt followed gave give half hand happy head hear heard heart hope hour human hundred interest Joseph Julia kind knew leaves less light living looked manner matter means meet mind Miss nature never night nose once pain passed perhaps person present question reason seemed seen sense side society sometimes soon soul spirit stand suffering sure tell thing thought thousand took traveller tree true turned voice wife wish woman young
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Strana 414 - I thank my God always on your behalf, for the grace of God which is given you by Jesus Christ...
Strana 418 - For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory; no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
Strana 154 - For the things that are seen are Temporal; but the things that are not seen are Eternal.
Strana 414 - And had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse.
Strana 53 - Tic-tac ! tic-tac ! go the wheels of thought ; our will cannot stop them ; they cannot stop themselves ; sleep cannot still them ; madness only makes them go faster ; death alone can break into the case, and, seiz> ing the ever-swinging pendulum, which we call the heart, silence at last the clicking of the terrible escapement we have carried so long beneath our wrinkled foreheads.
Strana 473 - ... antiquities and ruins, libraries, colleges, disputations, and lectures, where any are ; shipping and navies ; houses and gardens of state and pleasure, near great cities; armories, arsenals, magazines...
Strana 16 - How Bill forgets his hour of pride, While Joe sits smiling at his side ; How Joe, in spite of time's disguise, Finds the old schoolmate in his eyes, — Those calm, stern eyes that melt and fill As Joe looks fondly up at Bill. Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame? A fitful tongue of leaping flame ; A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust, That lifts a pinch of mortal dust ; A few swift years, and who can show Which dust was Bill and which was Joe?
Strana 463 - Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
Strana 388 - ... the cold, dank drops of dew that hung half melted on the beard of the thistle had something genial and refreshing in them ; for there was a spirit of hope and youth in all nature that turned everything into good.
Strana 464 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace...