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Pasajes populares
Página 395 - These are the generations of the heavens and of the earth when they were created in the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens...
Página 286 - HARK, hark, my soul ! Angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore : How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come : And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Página 209 - The Gods, who haunt The lucid interspace of world and world, Where never creeps a cloud, or moves a wind, Nor ever falls the least white star of snow, Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans, Nor sound of human sorrow mounts to mar Their sacred everlasting calm!
Página 465 - I'll make it a rule I believe, To have Santa Claus visit us each Christmas eve." So thinking, he gently extinguished the light, And tripped down the stairs to retire for the night. As soon as the beams of the bright morning sun Put the darkness to flight and the stars one by one, Four little blue eyes out of sleep opened wide, And at the same moment the presents espied, Then out of their beds they sprang with a bound, And the very gifts prayed for were all of them found.
Página 585 - Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness, Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened;— Listen to this simple story, To this Song of Hiawatha!
Página 133 - Our danger is at an end, but our disgrace will be lasting, and the month of June 1780 will ever be marked by a dark and diabolical fanaticism which I had supposed to be extinct, but which actually subsists in Great Britain perhaps beyond any other country in Europe.
Página 547 - Try me, good king : but let me have a lawful trial, and let not my sworn enemies sit as my accusers and judges ; yea, let me receive an open trial, for my truth shall fear no open shame...
Página 33 - ... in the course of professional employment. 3. A clergyman or priest cannot, without the consent of the person making the confession, be examined as to any confession made to him in his professional character in the course of discipline enjoined by the church to which he belongs.
Página 478 - I can't say that I think Mr. Jones a virtuous character ; I can't say but that I think Fielding's evident liking and admiration for Mr. Jones, shows that the great humourist's moral sense was blunted by his life, and that here in Art and Ethics, there is a great error.
Página 248 - In these almost inaccessible recesses, amid ruinous piles of impending timber, his trumpetlike note and loud strokes resound through the solitary savage wilds, of which he seems the sole lord and inhabitant.