Women who Win, Or, Making Things Happen

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T. Nelson, 1896 - 420 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 83 - He has visited all Europe, — not to survey the sumptuousness of palaces, or the stateliness of temples ; not to make accurate measurements of the remains of ancient grandeur, nor to form a scale of the curiosity of modern art ; not to collect medals, or collate manuscripts : — but to dive into the depths of dungeons; to plunge into the infection of hospitals ; to survey the mansions of sorrow and pain ; to take the gauge and dimensions of misery, depression, and contempt...
Strana 365 - Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
Strana 133 - I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me. For I delight in the law of God after the inward man : but I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members.
Strana 246 - I shall never forget how beautifully Mother answered him, though the dear, hopeful soul had built much on his success; but with a beaming face she kissed him, saying, "I call that doing very well. Since you are safely home, dear, we don't ask anything more.
Strana 83 - ... to dive into the depths of dungeons ; to plunge into the infection of hospitals ; to survey the mansions of sorrow and pain ; to take the gage and dimensions of misery, depression, and contempt; to remember the forgotten, to attend to the neglected, to visit the forsaken, and to compare and collate the distresses of all men in all countries.
Strana 419 - Seest thou a man diligent in his business? he shall stand before kings ; he shall not stand before mean men...
Strana 9 - My dear, Byron is dead — -gone? After being a while silent, he said, ' Oh, I'm sorry that Byron is dead. I did hope he would live to do something for Christ. What a harp he might have swept !' The whole impression made upon me by the conversation was solemn and painful.
Strana 241 - I had an early run in the woods before the dew was off the grass. The moss was like velvet, and as I ran under the arches of yellow and red leaves I sang for joy, my heart was so bright and the world so beautiful. I stopped at the end of the walk and saw the sunshine out over the wide
Strana 13 - I remember the scene at that exhibition to me so eventful. The hall was crowded with all the literati of Litchfield. Before them all our compositions were read aloud. When mine was read I noticed that father, who was sitting on high by Mr. Brace, brightened, and looked interested, and at the close I heard him ask, ' Who wrote that composition ? ' ' YOUR DAUGHTER, SIR !
Strana 236 - TO THE FIRST ROBIN, Welcome, welcome, little stranger, Fear no harm, and fear no danger. We are glad to see you here. For you sing,

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