Ersilia: or, The ordeal

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T. Cautley Newby, 1867 - 406 pages

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Page 377 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Page 261 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Page 357 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
Page 377 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. There let my way appear Steps unto heaven, All that Thou sendest me In mercy given : Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
Page 377 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Page 101 - And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows? XLIII. If Sleep and Death be truly one, And every spirit's folded bloom Thro...
Page 375 - I should (said he) Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature : So both should losers be. Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness : Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast.
Page 22 - In her utmost lightness there is truth — and often she speaks lightly ; And she has a grace in being gay, which even mournful souls approve ; For the root of some grave earnest thought is understruck so rightly, As to justify the foliage and the waving flowers above.
Page 380 - They had never heard the consolatory promise, " though thy sins be as " scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though " they be like crimson, they shall be as wool," or been taught " the blessedness of that man " whose iniquities are forgiven, and whose sins
Page 293 - A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.

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