On the Study of Words: Lectures Addressed (originally) to the Pupils at the Diocesan Training School, Winchester

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Macmillan and Company, 1882 - 348 strán (strany)

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Strana 108 - Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!
Strana 107 - Then they that gladly received his word were baptized ; and the same day there were added unto them about three thousand souls ; and they continued steadfastly in the apostles' doctrine and fellowship, and in breaking of bread, and in prayers.
Strana 20 - And out of the ground the LORD God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air; and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them: and whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof.
Strana 40 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burned the topless towers of Ilium?
Strana 44 - Or, for the laurel, he may gain a scorn; For a good poet's made, as well as born. And such wert thou! Look how the father's face Lives in his issue, even so the race Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well turned, and true filed lines; In each of which he seems to shake a lance, As brandished at the eyes of ignorance.
Strana 126 - Quem enim nos ineptum vocamus, is mihi videtur ab hoc nomen habere ductum, quod non sit aptus, idque in sermonis nostri consuetudine perlate patet. Nam qui aut tempus quid postulet non videt, aut plura loquitur, aut se ostentat, aut eorum, quibuscum est, yel dignitatis vel commodi rationem non habet, aut denique in aliquo genere aut inconcinnus aut multus est, is ineptus esse dicitur.
Strana 63 - Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate; Sad Acheron, of sorrow, black and deep; Cocytus, named of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon, Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.
Strana 57 - For till the bruising flails of God's corrections Have- thrashed out of us our vain affections; Till those corruptions which do misbecome us Are by thy sacred Spirit winnowed from us : Until from us the straw of worldly treasures, Till all the dusty chaff of empty pleasures, Yea, till His flail upon us He doth lay, To...

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