Martel Papers; Or, Life Scenes in the Reign of Terror

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Sheldon, 1867 - 468 pagina's
 

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Pagina 395 - The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
Pagina 454 - Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
Pagina 456 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
Pagina 353 - I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth : and though, after my skin, worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh I shall see GOD. Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another ; though my reins be consumed within me.
Pagina 329 - Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompense of reward. For ye have need of patience, that, after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the promise.
Pagina 126 - But ye are come unto Mount Zion ; and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem ; and to an innumerable company of angels ; to the general assembly and church of the first-born, which are written in heaven ; and to God, the Judge of all; and to the spirits of just men made perfect...
Pagina 216 - The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart ; And saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.
Pagina 44 - They shall not be ashamed in the evil time : and in the days of famine they shall be satisfied.
Pagina 456 - Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy; For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Pagina 457 - Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.

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