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Página 110 - For I have sworn by myself, saith the Lord, that Bozrah shall become a desolation, a reproach, a waste, and a curse; and all the cities thereof shall be perpetual wastes.
Página 323 - A made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child. A parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide. For after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Página 55 - Fear not, I am with thee ; be not dismayed, I am thy God ; I will strengthen thee, yea, I will help thee, yea I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
Página 1 - He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake : And lo ! whose steadfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. And other spirits there are standing apart Upon the forehead of the age to come ; These, these will give the world another heart, And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings ? Listen awhile, ye nations, and be dumb.
Página 36 - Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Página 421 - Bridge. That is to say, I then and there felt the galvanic circuit of thought close ; and the sparks which fell from it were the fundamental equations between i, j, k; exactly such as I have used them ever since.
Página 2 - The Idea of your sending it to Wordsworth put me out of breath — you know with what Reverence I would send my Well-wishes to him.
Página 1 - GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning : He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing : He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake : And lo ! whose steadfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering.