Historic Rehoboth: Record of the Dedication of Goff Memorial Hall, May 10th, A.D. 1886 ...

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Perry & Barnes, printers, 1886 - 130 páginas

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Página 62 - A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Página 48 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Página 44 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
Página 116 - And he removed from thence, and digged another well; and for that they strove not: and he called the name of it Rehoboth; and he said, For now the LORD hath made room for us, and we shall be fruitful in the land.
Página 51 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 51 - There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth.
Página 73 - Happy is the people, that is in such a case : Yea, happy is the people, whose God is the LORD.
Página 102 - My dame should dress in cheap attire (Good, heavy silks are never dear); I own perhaps I might desire Some shawls of true cashmere, Some marrowy crapes of China silk, Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk.
Página 105 - Life is a leaf of paper white Whereon each one of us may write His word or two, and then comes night. " Lo, time and space enough," we cry, " To write an epic ! " so we try Our nibs upon the edge, and die.

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