Our Parish: Or, Annals of Pastor and PeopleL. P. Crown & Company, 1854 - 452 páginas |
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... night along the passages and all through the rooms , where are the pictures of home , in these gregarious times , that awaken one half the tender feelings in the human heart , or call up a fraction of those dear old associations that ...
... night along the passages and all through the rooms , where are the pictures of home , in these gregarious times , that awaken one half the tender feelings in the human heart , or call up a fraction of those dear old associations that ...
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... night , and returned homewards . Deacon Burroughs then assembled his household about the family altar , and offered prayers not less for the servant of the gospel who had come among them , than for all who were gathered that night ...
... night , and returned homewards . Deacon Burroughs then assembled his household about the family altar , and offered prayers not less for the servant of the gospel who had come among them , than for all who were gathered that night ...
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... night , and was shown to his room . As soon as he entered it , and had closed the door after him , he saw that his baggage had been safely deposited there , and the room put in complete readiness for his comfort . The carpet was soft ...
... night , and was shown to his room . As soon as he entered it , and had closed the door after him , he saw that his baggage had been safely deposited there , and the room put in complete readiness for his comfort . The carpet was soft ...
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... night , awakening his nature as he rarely felt it aroused . He seemed to feel drawn up to Heaven in spirit by a cord of the most trustful and childlike love . All his hopes he laid before his Maker , and asked him to be witness to their ...
... night , awakening his nature as he rarely felt it aroused . He seemed to feel drawn up to Heaven in spirit by a cord of the most trustful and childlike love . All his hopes he laid before his Maker , and asked him to be witness to their ...
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... night , " offered Mr. Humphreys , who had taken a large bite from his own . Are you fond of biscuits , sir ? " asked Miss Buss , look- ing straight at the clergyman , as if she were curious to know the exact shade of his eyes . “ I am ...
... night , " offered Mr. Humphreys , who had taken a large bite from his own . Are you fond of biscuits , sir ? " asked Miss Buss , look- ing straight at the clergyman , as if she were curious to know the exact shade of his eyes . “ I am ...
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Términos y frases comunes
afternoon asked beautiful blessed Brookboro brother called Carrie certainly child church clergyman comfort Deacon Burroughs DEAD BOY dear Dear father dear Jessie Doctor Jennings door earthly Ellen exclaimed eyes face faith farmer father fear feelings felt finally firedogs flock friends girl glad gone grew hand happy heart Heaven hope humble souls Humphreys influence Ingleside interest intwine Jessie Joseph Bard labor laughed lawyer's wife live looked Lucy matter minister Miss Buss mother nature never night once opened parish parsonage pastor pathies peace phreys pleasant Plimton poor pray prayer quiet ready seemed side sight singing school sister smile soon soul spirit stage coach stood street sympathies talk tears tell thing thought tion took town trees trouble village walk whole wife words young Zack
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Página 112 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 452 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown...
Página 245 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Página 432 - I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time ; behold, now is the day of salvation) giving no offence in any thing, that the ministry be not blamed ; but in all things approving ourselves as the ministers of God...
Página 219 - With silence only as their benediction, God's angels come ; When in the shadow of a great affliction The soul sits dumb.
Página 452 - The fathers had eaten sour grapes and the children's teeth were set on edge.
Página 301 - Even for the dead I will not bind My soul to grief — death cannot long divide : For is it not as if the rose had climbed My garden wall, and blossomed on the other side?
Página 49 - And why call ye me Lord, Lord, and do not the things which I say?
Página 248 - Around me is a darkness omnipresent, With boundless horror grim, Descending from the zenith, ever crescent, To the horizon's rim ; The golden stars, all charred and blackened by it, Are swept out one by one ; My world is left, as if by Joshua's fiat — A moonless Ajalon...
Página 87 - ... take her away from that heartrending sight; they begged her to go to her room; but she insisted upon staying. They tried to remove her by force; but she clung to the bed, and vowed that they should tear her to pieces sooner than make her leave her mother. At last, however, the truth broke upon her. She sank down upon her knees by the side of the bed, hiding her face in the drapery, and repeating with fierce sobs,— " My mother, my darling mother!