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101 ページ - And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue ; for I am tormented in this flame.
281 ページ - Grand Dieu, tes jugements sont remplis d'équité, Toujours tu prends plaisir à nous être propice, Mais j'ai tant fait de mal que jamais ta bonté Ne me pardonnera sans blesser ta justice.
295 ページ - Home! Does pure Religion charm thee Far more than aught below? Wouldst thou that she should arm thee Against the hour of woe? Think not she dwelleth only In temples built for prayer; For Home itself is lonely Unless her smiles be there: The devotee may falter, The bigot blindly roam; If worshiplcss her altar At Home!
189 ページ - Who form'd the countless orbs that gem Dark Night's resplendent diadem ; Gave life unto each living thing ; Created Man their earthly king ; Then gave his Son for man to die ; — Give glory unto God on high.
126 ページ - Maker's call your earthy bed ; At his behest your grateful tribute bring To light and life, from darkness and the dead ! Thou, timid Snow-drop, lift thy lowly head ; Crocus and Primrose, show your varied dye ; Violets, your ceaseless odours round you shed, Yourselves the while retiring from the eye, Yet loading with your sweets each breeze that passes by.
78 ページ - Forget me not !' The sailor, tost on stormy seas, Though far his bark may roam, Still hears a voice in every breeze That wakens thoughts of home. He thinks upon his distant friends, His wife, his humble cot; And from his inmost heart ascends The prayer —
294 ページ - There blend the ties that strengthen Our hearts in hours of grief, The silver links that lengthen Joy's visits when most brief...
85 ページ - tis filling, with a smile, Pool as shallow as may be With the waters of the sea. Hear the smiling bishop ask " What can mean such infant task ? " Mark that infant's answer plain — " 'Tis to hold yon mighty main.
290 ページ - Wakeners of prayer in man — his resting bowers, As on he journeys in the narrow way, Where, Eden-like, Jehovah's walking hours Are waited for, as in the cool of day. Days fix'd by God for intercourse with dust, To raise our thoughts and purify our powers ; Periods appointed to renew our trust, A gleam of glory after six days...