The Veil Lifted; Or, Incidents of Private Life. A Series of Original Tales [illustrating the Evils of Intemperance].

W. Brittain, 1843 - 292 páginas

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Página 111 - Although the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines : the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; The flock shall be cut off from the fold : and there shall be no herd in the stalls ; Yet I will rejoice in the Lord : I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Página 228 - I HEAR thee speak of the better land, Thou callest its children a happy band ; Mother ! oh, where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs?" — " Not there, not there, my child...
Página 167 - And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun, And she forgot the blue above the trees, And she forgot the dells where waters run, And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze...
Página 63 - Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness : therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows. 8 All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad.
Página 203 - While she seems, nodding o'er her charge, to drop On headlong appetite the slacken'd rein, And give us up to licence, unrecall'd, Unmark'd ; — see, from behind her secret stand, The sly informer minutes every fault, And her dread diary with horror fills.
Página 198 - Ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, who though he was rich, yet for our sakes became poor, that we through his poverty might be made rich
Página 111 - Though famine pine in empty stalls, where herds were wont to be? 3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, and glory in his love ; In him I'll joy, who will the God of my salvation prove. 4...
Página 231 - A chariot of fire through the dark cloud descended; Its drivers were angels on horses of whiteness, And its burning wheels turned on axles of brightness. A seraph unfolded its doors bright and shining, All dazzling like gold of the seventh refining ; And the souls that came forth out of great tribulation, Have mounted the chariot and steeds of salvation.
Página 231 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
Página 95 - Behold ! I stand at the door and knock ; if any man will open the door, I will come in to him and sup with him, and he with Me (Rev.

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