Tales from Switzerland, Zväzok 21823 |
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Strana 4
... fears within , The heart beats calmly , and the spirit wings An easy flight to realms where sorrow wakes The weary breast no more . All then is peace ! Taking its colour from what things surround , The mind's prepared , or to enjoy the ...
... fears within , The heart beats calmly , and the spirit wings An easy flight to realms where sorrow wakes The weary breast no more . All then is peace ! Taking its colour from what things surround , The mind's prepared , or to enjoy the ...
Strana 7
... fears : though oft amid Their vernal sweets , meanwhile unculled for here The shepherd seldom feeds his gentle flock , And the scythe not yet has come the busy tribes Wander at will , lured by the chalice , rich In honied treasure ...
... fears : though oft amid Their vernal sweets , meanwhile unculled for here The shepherd seldom feeds his gentle flock , And the scythe not yet has come the busy tribes Wander at will , lured by the chalice , rich In honied treasure ...
Strana 44
... fear her dear and lamented mother had lived and died , she advanced with a buoyant step , and at length drew near the much wished - for place , though not so early as she had ex- pected . As she approached the inclosure , her heart beat ...
... fear her dear and lamented mother had lived and died , she advanced with a buoyant step , and at length drew near the much wished - for place , though not so early as she had ex- pected . As she approached the inclosure , her heart beat ...
Strana 51
... fears but too often repre- sented her lifeless in some dangerous ravine . " She has surely fallen over some preci- pice , " he would say to himself as he hurried instinctively along . " The ground is now become slippery , from the rain ...
... fears but too often repre- sented her lifeless in some dangerous ravine . " She has surely fallen over some preci- pice , " he would say to himself as he hurried instinctively along . " The ground is now become slippery , from the rain ...
Strana 58
... fears have proved not to be without foundation . The war of feeling , which arises from the darkness of doubt contending with the light of hope , irritates in a manner almost indescribable the bosom which is its seat . At one moment ...
... fears have proved not to be without foundation . The war of feeling , which arises from the darkness of doubt contending with the light of hope , irritates in a manner almost indescribable the bosom which is its seat . At one moment ...
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abode affliction agitated Alps Althun amidst Annette anxiety approach ascended beams beheld Bible bosom breast breath breeze brother burthen calm cheek choly clouds cold comfort cottage cough dark Dear Florine death deeply double covering Eliza emotion faggots faith father feelings felt flock Florine's flowers François gazed gloom grave grief hand heard heart heaven hill hope hour husband inclosure instant lake Lake of Geneva lake of Zurich linger look Lord louring melan melancholy mercies mind morning mother moun mountain mournful murmur never night o'er once parent passed path peace pennons perhaps poor Blanche prayer recollection Redeemer rejoicing reposed rest retired retreat rill Saviour scene season seemed shade shallop sigh silent sister smile soon sorrow soul spect spirit spot storm sweet Switzerland tain tears tempest tender thee thou tion twas unconsciously unto valley voice wandering waters wave wept wind winter
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Strana 169 - I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine. As the Father knoweth me, even so know I the Father, and I lay down my life for the sheep. And other sheep I have which are not of this fold ; them also I must bring, and they shall hear my voice, and there shall be one fold and one shepherd.
Strana 2 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Strana 2 - Falsely luxurious, will not man awake; And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour To meditation due and sacred song? For is there aught in sleep can charm the wise? To lie in dead oblivion, losing half •The fleeting moments of too short a life; Total extinction of th
Strana 143 - But not long after there arose against it a tempestuous wind, called Euroclydon. And when the ship was caught, and could not bear up into the wind, we let her drive. And running under a certain island which is called Clauda. we had much work to come by the boat : which when they had taken up, they used helps, undergirding the ship ; and, fearing lest they should fall into the quicksands, strake sail, and so were driven.
Strana 143 - And when neither sun nor stars in many days appeared, and no small tempest lay on us, all hope that we should be saved was then taken away.
Strana 142 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Strana 172 - From some kind eye, the meanest claim'da tear. And oft the living, by affection led, "Were wont to walk in spirit with their dead, Where no dark cypress cast a doleful gloom, No blighting yew shed poison o'er the tomb, But, white and red with intermingling flowers, The graves look'd beautiful in sun and showers. Green myrtles fenced it, and beyond their bound Ran the clear rill with ever-murmuring sound ; 'T was not a scene for Grief to nourish care, It breathed of Hope, and moved the heart to prayer.
Strana 88 - ... fully persuaded that He was able to keep that which she had committed unto Him.
Strana 8 - The unshorn mead, where never shepherd dared To feed his flock, and the scythe never came ; But o'er its vernal sweets unshorn the bee Ranges at will, and modest nature rolls The irriguous streamlet ; garish art hath there No share : of these the modest still may cull At pleasure, interdicted to the impure ; But for thy golden tresses, honour'd queen, Receive this garland from my pious hands.
Strana 46 - LORD, that whether I live, I may live unto Thee, or whether I die, I may die unto Thee ; so that, living and dying, I may be Thine, through JESUS CHRIST, my ever-blessed SAVIOUR and REDEEMER.