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... fires which now ye see blaz- ing in our valleys , may lay their hamlets in ashes , ' the beautiful house in which we and our fathers worshipped may be destroyed , and all our pleasant things laid waste , ' but the God of our fathers ...
... fires which now ye see blaz- ing in our valleys , may lay their hamlets in ashes , ' the beautiful house in which we and our fathers worshipped may be destroyed , and all our pleasant things laid waste , ' but the God of our fathers ...
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... fire , occasionally pacing up and down to keep himself awake , and to see that no danger threatened to disturb the slumbers of his charge . The moon had now risen above the valley - her pale beams were playing on the sparkling waters of ...
... fire , occasionally pacing up and down to keep himself awake , and to see that no danger threatened to disturb the slumbers of his charge . The moon had now risen above the valley - her pale beams were playing on the sparkling waters of ...
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... fire . Not a breath disturbed the sullen silence of the hour , save the murmurs of the stream below , or at times the bursts of unhallowed mirth to which we have referred . For nearly two hours , he had been engaged in these painful ...
... fire . Not a breath disturbed the sullen silence of the hour , save the murmurs of the stream below , or at times the bursts of unhallowed mirth to which we have referred . For nearly two hours , he had been engaged in these painful ...
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... fires of pur- gatory are kindled , let us try to impart peace to his soul , and persuade him to confess himself a son of our holy mother church . ” " Never ! never ! " cried the feeble voice of the dying patriarch , who had been roused ...
... fires of pur- gatory are kindled , let us try to impart peace to his soul , and persuade him to confess himself a son of our holy mother church . ” " Never ! never ! " cried the feeble voice of the dying patriarch , who had been roused ...
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... fire , the result of the mysterious inter- view . The priest now stood alone by the side of the couch . " Death , " said he , " is the hour , when the heart is most ready to forget injuries . Can Ro- " dolph Vinçon , ere he closes his ...
... fire , the result of the mysterious inter- view . The priest now stood alone by the side of the couch . " Death , " said he , " is the hour , when the heart is most ready to forget injuries . Can Ro- " dolph Vinçon , ere he closes his ...
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Page 182 - And when they shall have finished their testimony, the beast that ascendeth out of the bottomless pit shall make war against them, and shall overcome them, and kill them. And their dead bodies shall lie in the street of the great city, which spiritually is called Sodom and Egypt, where also our Lord was crucified.
Page 160 - If it had not been the Lord who was on our side, when men rose up against us: Then they had swallowed us up quick, when their wrath was kindled against us: Then the waters had overwhelmed us, the stream had gone over our soul. Then the proud waters had gone over our soul. Blessed be the Lord, who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth. Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped. Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and...
Page 159 - Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee : for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried : the Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.
Page 83 - They lived unknown Till persecution dragged them into fame And chased them up to heaven. Their ashes flew — No marble tells us whither. With their names No bard embalms and sanctifies his song ; And history, so warm on meaner themes, Is cold on this.
Page 1 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Page 183 - And they that dwell upon the earth shall rejoice over them, and make merry, and shall send gifts one to another ; because these two prophets tormented them that dwelt on the earth.
Page 143 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Page 136 - Oh Death ! where is thy sting ? Oh Grave ! where is thy victory ? The sting of Death is sin, and the strength of sin is the Law.
Page 1 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not...