Euthanasy: Or, Happy Talk Towards the End of LifeCrosby, Nichols, and Company, 1852 - 511 páginas |
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... suffer , and to have some of our dearest plans spoiled . AUBIN . But And it is well ; for if we could be half suffi- cient to ourselves , we should soon lose the secret sense of dependence upon God . We build our plans up about us , and ...
... suffer , and to have some of our dearest plans spoiled . AUBIN . But And it is well ; for if we could be half suffi- cient to ourselves , we should soon lose the secret sense of dependence upon God . We build our plans up about us , and ...
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... suffer for , and I will . " So as my lot in life grew strange , I had a trembling joy in it for the sake of what I thought must spiritually come of it . But , dear uncle ! those tears , I cannot bear them . Besides , I am happy now ...
... suffer for , and I will . " So as my lot in life grew strange , I had a trembling joy in it for the sake of what I thought must spiritually come of it . But , dear uncle ! those tears , I cannot bear them . Besides , I am happy now ...
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... suffered so strangely ! Why , O , why did not I know of it , or guess it ? And why did I let my foolish prej- udices , foolish and worse AUBIN . No , dear uncle , uncle Stephen ; do not talk so . But let our not knowing one another be ...
... suffered so strangely ! Why , O , why did not I know of it , or guess it ? And why did I let my foolish prej- udices , foolish and worse AUBIN . No , dear uncle , uncle Stephen ; do not talk so . But let our not knowing one another be ...
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... suffered , the greater shame . Be- cause , with a Christian , at the end of a grievous trial , and when the soreness of it is abating , there is a strange and sublime experience . There is the feeling of sorrow , and there is that of ...
... suffered , the greater shame . Be- cause , with a Christian , at the end of a grievous trial , and when the soreness of it is abating , there is a strange and sublime experience . There is the feeling of sorrow , and there is that of ...
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... suffer my soul to see corruption . And then , as I lie down , I say a few lines out of what the knightly physi- cian of Norwich used to call his dormitive to bed- ward . Sleep is a death ; - O , make me try , By sleeping , what it is to ...
... suffer my soul to see corruption . And then , as I lie down , I say a few lines out of what the knightly physi- cian of Norwich used to call his dormitive to bed- ward . Sleep is a death ; - O , make me try , By sleeping , what it is to ...
Términos y frases comunes
afraid angels AUBIN beauty become believe better birds blessed body born breath child choly Christ Christian creatures crown of immortality darkness dead dear uncle death delight Divine Divine grace Doctor Johnson doubt dying earnest earth Ennead eternal everlasting eyes faith Father fear feel felt flesh flowers friends GEORGE CHAPMAN glory God's grow happy hear heart heaven hereafter holy hope human immortal infinite Isaac Milner Jesus knowledge known LEOPOLD SCHEFER light live look Lord MARHAM mean melan mind mortal nature ness never night old age Oliver once ourselves pain peace of God perhaps perish pleasure Plotinus pray prayer reason remember rightly saint seen shine sight sometimes sorrow soul spirit stars strange sublime suffer sure talk TASSO thee things thou thought Torquato Tasso tree trust truth voice wisdom wish wonder words York Minster youth
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Página 400 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Página 325 - Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
Página 189 - Mute thou remainest — Mute ! yet I can read A wondrous lesson in thy silent face : Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, gray legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, 119 And so become immortal.
Página 287 - And being but one, she can do all things: and remaining in herself, she maketh all things new: and in all ages entering into holy souls, she maketh them friends of God, and prophets.
Página 157 - And he that shuts Love out, in turn shall be Shut out from Love, and on her threshold lie Howling in outer darkness. Not for this Was common clay ta'en from the common earth, Moulded by God, and temper'd with the tears Of angels to the perfect shape of man.
Página 401 - AY. thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath ! . When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south ! oh, still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away.
Página 313 - For us the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow. Nothing we see but means our good, As our delight, or as our treasure ; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
Página 114 - MYSTERIOUS Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue. Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came, And lo! creation widened in man's view.
Página 26 - We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 42 - Sleep is a death, O make me try, By sleeping, what it is to die; And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed.