Castle Avon, Band 2

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B. Tauchnitz, 1852 - 302 Seiten
 

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Seite 42 - Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. Of his deliverance I will boast, Till all that are distressed From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest.
Seite 63 - Thus let all things be — and thus they were— Where shall I seek thy presence? how...
Seite 6 - ... was going to awake before reason ; for some moments she looked about the room with that vague and indifferent look with which people regard everything, when they do not know where they are and what has happened. But soon a slight trembling ran through her body ; she uttered a short shrill cry, and covered her eyes with her hands, as if to shut out some painful sight. « She was coming round— the crisis was passed ! Gilbert was about to depart, when the queen, as if she had already understood...
Seite 43 - O magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt his name ; When in distress to him I called, He to my rescue came.
Seite 46 - Even so it is not the will of your Father who is in heaven, that one of these little ones should perish.
Seite 14 - Between them lie those deep and narrow valleys, which seem almost cut off from all communication with the rest of the world. As...
Seite 46 - do not fear those who kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do. . . fear him who, after he has killed, has power to cast into Gehenna '. J.
Seite 93 - Bless the Lord, oh, my soul! and all that is within me, bless his holy name!
Seite 64 - O look with pity down On erring, guilty man; not in thy names Of terror clad; not with those thunders armed That conscious Sinai felt, when fear appalled The scattered tribes; thou hast a gentler voice, That whispers comfort to the swelling heart, Abashed, yet longing to behold her Maker.
Seite 143 - ... a galop , or a waltz, or anything you like , I can't play any more to night," said he, getting up and restoring his violoncello to its case. "I've got a confounded headache, that is it, Maria. You go playing on, will you? and I'll take a turn upon the terrace, for this room is abominably hot, and I don't know what's the matter with. me.

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