Hogg's Weekly Instructor, Bände 1-2J. Hogg, 1848 |
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... dead . KAPLAN , A CIRCASSIAN TALE . R. P. S. THERE are few regions in the world where the temperate in all things so admirably blend as in the region of the Caucasus . The seasons maintain an almost mean tempe- rature through their ...
... dead . KAPLAN , A CIRCASSIAN TALE . R. P. S. THERE are few regions in the world where the temperate in all things so admirably blend as in the region of the Caucasus . The seasons maintain an almost mean tempe- rature through their ...
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... dead . This custom was not of frequent use , however ; and the Rabbinical commentators are of opinion that the burn- ing spoken of referred not to the actual consuming of the corpses , but to the burning of spices over the graves of the ...
... dead . This custom was not of frequent use , however ; and the Rabbinical commentators are of opinion that the burn- ing spoken of referred not to the actual consuming of the corpses , but to the burning of spices over the graves of the ...
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... dead kins- man , was excluded from the Athenic magistracy by pe- remptory decree . Creditors had also power to prevent the funeral of those who owed them , until their relatives had redeemed them ; and persons who had fallen under the ...
... dead kins- man , was excluded from the Athenic magistracy by pe- remptory decree . Creditors had also power to prevent the funeral of those who owed them , until their relatives had redeemed them ; and persons who had fallen under the ...
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... dead monarch , the people manifesting the most savage appearances of grief , sometimes cutting off pieces of their ears , shaving their heads , gashing their arms , fore- heads , and noses , and transfixing their left hands with darts ...
... dead monarch , the people manifesting the most savage appearances of grief , sometimes cutting off pieces of their ears , shaving their heads , gashing their arms , fore- heads , and noses , and transfixing their left hands with darts ...
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... dead in linen . The corpse was placed in its narrow receptacle , adorned and covered with a pall , and friends and relatives watched it constant- ly till the time of interment , while attendants chanted psalms . The body was borne to ...
... dead in linen . The corpse was placed in its narrow receptacle , adorned and covered with a pall , and friends and relatives watched it constant- ly till the time of interment , while attendants chanted psalms . The body was borne to ...
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Seite 172 - Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection? It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know? The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
Seite 147 - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 145 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 180 - Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear; 5 Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
Seite 178 - And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.
Seite 272 - A man may be a heretic in the truth ; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.
Seite 172 - As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
Seite 147 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 88 - Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Seite 148 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.