The Recreations of Christopher North [pseud.]

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Carey & Hart, 1852 - 307 pagina's
 

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Pagina 197 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Pagina 161 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Pagina 198 - These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins; these are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb.
Pagina 198 - Go and search diligently for the young child; and when ye have found him, bring me word again, that I may come and worship him also. 9 When they had heard the king, they departed; and, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was.
Pagina 293 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Pagina 186 - God's almightiness, and what He works, and what He suffers to be wrought with high providence in His church ; to sing victorious agonies of martyrs and saints, the deeds and triumphs of just and pious nations doing valiantly through faith against the enemies of Christ ; to deplore the general relapses of kingdoms and states from justice and God's true worship.
Pagina 185 - Whatever is great, desirable, or tremendous, is comprised in the name of the Supreme Being. Omnipotence cannot be exalted; Infinity cannot be amplified; Perfection cannot be improved.
Pagina 109 - Bear me to the heart of France Is the longing of the shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling field! Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed with lance and sword, To his ancestors restored, Like a re-appearing star, Like a glory from afar, First shall head the flock of war!
Pagina 259 - SEE, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train : Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms...
Pagina 262 - Sits on the horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life ; but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy, The wish of nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspen tall.

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