The Sabbath Scholars' Treasury and Juvenile Missionary Record, Volumen1Paton and Ritchie, 1860 |
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... thought , in a spot that was closed in with thick and dreadful darkness ; but the spot where she lay 1 was overflooded with a silver light , and out from the shadows she beheld one come to her very fair , with clustering tresses of ...
... thought , in a spot that was closed in with thick and dreadful darkness ; but the spot where she lay 1 was overflooded with a silver light , and out from the shadows she beheld one come to her very fair , with clustering tresses of ...
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... thought , she could not help asking , " How are you so beautiful ? " She was , more than usual , tattered and dishevelled , and the wet ( for it was a rainy day ) , through which she had paddled recklessly in the streets , had made her ...
... thought , she could not help asking , " How are you so beautiful ? " She was , more than usual , tattered and dishevelled , and the wet ( for it was a rainy day ) , through which she had paddled recklessly in the streets , had made her ...
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... thought it might be because she was dressed in fine clothes ; then , that it was because she was evi- dently a lady , and very rich ; then , that her features and hair were , the one delicate as pearl , the other glistening like gold ...
... thought it might be because she was dressed in fine clothes ; then , that it was because she was evi- dently a lady , and very rich ; then , that her features and hair were , the one delicate as pearl , the other glistening like gold ...
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... thought was the dead form of the fair young lady . Never had she seen anything so angel - like in its loveliness . The face was white as marble , the eyes closed , the lips slightly apart , the sunny hair straying across brow , and the ...
... thought was the dead form of the fair young lady . Never had she seen anything so angel - like in its loveliness . The face was white as marble , the eyes closed , the lips slightly apart , the sunny hair straying across brow , and the ...
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... thought of speaking to her mother , but the wan and helpless smile with which the poor face looked at her , drove her from her purpose again , and she preferred going away to think alone . Then not a few times she set out on the road to ...
... thought of speaking to her mother , but the wan and helpless smile with which the poor face looked at her , drove her from her purpose again , and she preferred going away to think alone . Then not a few times she set out on the road to ...
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Página 112 - And another angel came out from the altar, which had power over fire: and cried with a loud cry to him that had the sharp sickle, saying, Thrust in thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth: for her grapes are fully ripe.
Página 88 - Enter ye in at the strait gate : for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat : because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.
Página 130 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Página 137 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Página 31 - I DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road ; I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load...