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... once into the midst of affairs ; attaches himself to the movement ; launches fierce criticisms at existing principalities and powers ; denounces , foams , and strug- gles ; and has pleasure only , as we have heard it expressed , in ...
... once into the midst of affairs ; attaches himself to the movement ; launches fierce criticisms at existing principalities and powers ; denounces , foams , and strug- gles ; and has pleasure only , as we have heard it expressed , in ...
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... once more the alteration you wish him to remember ; but if you detain him in the street , hold him for ten minutes by the button , and punish him for his mistake by monotonously talking about the matter over and over again , till he ...
... once more the alteration you wish him to remember ; but if you detain him in the street , hold him for ten minutes by the button , and punish him for his mistake by monotonously talking about the matter over and over again , till he ...
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... once rich , now coinless , -hastily in five years , not deliberately in fifty - five . His worth to railways ? His worth , I take it , to English railways , much more to English men , will turn out to be extremely inconsiderable ; to be ...
... once rich , now coinless , -hastily in five years , not deliberately in fifty - five . His worth to railways ? His worth , I take it , to English railways , much more to English men , will turn out to be extremely inconsiderable ; to be ...
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... once opened on them , and you with your Colonels carried thither . In the Three Kingdoms , or in the Forty Colonies , depend upon it , you shall be led to your work ! " - The Present Time , pp . 46-55 . Here , certainly , is ...
... once opened on them , and you with your Colonels carried thither . In the Three Kingdoms , or in the Forty Colonies , depend upon it , you shall be led to your work ! " - The Present Time , pp . 46-55 . Here , certainly , is ...
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... once in our hearing . " Talk of emigration ! " is a common saying " the best and cheapest emigration would be to the waste lands of Ireland , were that but rendered practicable . " In Views on Pauperism . 19 short , to seek to 18 ...
... once in our hearing . " Talk of emigration ! " is a common saying " the best and cheapest emigration would be to the waste lands of Ireland , were that but rendered practicable . " In Views on Pauperism . 19 short , to seek to 18 ...
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28 psl. - How think ye? if a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray, doth he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth into the mountains, and seeketh that which is gone astray. And if so be that he find it, verily I say unto you, he rejoiceth more of that sheep, than of the ninety and nine which went not astray. Even so it is not the will of your Father which is in heaven, that one of these little ones should perish.
164 psl. - But now afflictions bow me down to earth; Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth; But oh! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth. My shaping spirit of Imagination.
315 psl. - Neither do men put new wine into old bottles : else the bottles break, and the wine runneth out, and the bottles perish : but they put new wine into new bottles, and both are preserved.
474 psl. - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
443 psl. - The name of the first is Pison : that is it which compasseth the whole land of Havilah, where there is gold ; and the gold of that land is good : there is bdellium and the onyx stone.
348 psl. - LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows On this thy day, in this thy house ; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from the desert rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our laboring souls aspire, With ardent pangs of strong desire.
414 psl. - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
499 psl. - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice, "Believe no more," And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the godless deep; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd, "I have felt.
502 psl. - Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
474 psl. - But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.