The Old Gateway; Or, The Story of Agatha

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Seeley, Jackson, 1867 - 382 páginas

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1
II
33
IV
69
VI
100
VII
138
VIII
175
IX
206
X
268
XI
310
XIII
341
XIV
371

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Página 159 - Teach me to do the thing that pleaseth Thee, for Thou art my God : let Thy loving Spirit lead me forth into the land of righteousness. 11. Quicken me, O Lord, for Thy Name's sake : and for Thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.
Página 158 - Lord did I make my supplication. I poured out my complaints before him : and shewed him of my trouble. When my spirit was in heaviness thou knewest my path : in the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me. I looked also upon my right hand : and saw there was no man that would know me. I had no place to flee unto : and no man cared for my soul. I cried unto thee...
Página 207 - O purblind race of miserable men, How many" among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves, By taking true for false, or false for true ; Here, thro...
Página 2 - I go to prove my soul! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not: but unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time!
Página 159 - I stretch forth my hands unto thee : my soul gaspeth unto thee as a thirsty land. 7 Hear me, O LORD, and that soon, for my spirit waxeth faint : hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
Página 158 - I looked also upon my right hand, and saw there was no man that would know me. 5 I had no place to flee unto, and no man cared for my soul.
Página 70 - How poor are they that have not patience ! What wound did ever heal but by degrees ? Thou know'st we work by wit and not by witchcraft, And wit depends on dilatory time.
Página 311 - For us, — whatever's undergone, Thou knowest, wiliest what is done. Grief may be joy misunderstood ; Only the Good discerns the good. I trust Thee while my days go on.
Página 342 - I wanted warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot — now I see thee what thou art, Thou art the highest and most human too, Not Lancelot, nor another. Is there none Will tell the King I love him tho...
Página 203 - The LORD shall preserve your Going out and your coming in From this time forth. And even forevermore.

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