The Awdries and Their Friends: and Other Tales. [With Illustrations.]

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Religious Tract Society, 1868 - 416 páginas
 

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Página 27 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV.— I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
Página 236 - COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore ! Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity joined with power. He is able ; He is willing: doubt no more.
Página 236 - Thou art of purer eyes than to behold evil, and canst not look on iniquity...
Página 280 - Even a child is known by his doings, whether his work be pure, and whether it be right.
Página 280 - I say all this to you my friend ? truely that out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaketh, and I am still soe full of it, that I cannot forbeare expressing my thoughts to you.
Página 120 - ... it has mastered the difficulty, and got possession of truth. But here care must be taken to avoid the other extreme : a man must not stick at every useless nicety, and expect mysteries of science in every trivial question or scruple that he may raise.
Página 10 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
Página 316 - And she said unto Elijah, What have I to do with thee, O thou man of God ? art thou come unto me to call my sin to remembrance, and to slay my son ? And he said unto her, Give me thy son.
Página 96 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom.
Página 306 - Behold this day I am going the way of all the earth ; and ye know in your hearts and in your souls that not one thing hath failed of all the good things that the Lord your God spoke concerning you.

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