Speeches, Addresses, and Occasional Sermons, Volume 1

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Ticknor and Fields, 1861
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Página 67 - But I say unto you, love your enemies ; bless them that curse you ; do good to them that hate you ; pray for them that despitefully use you and persecute you.
Página 8 - We know that God spake unto Moses ; but as for this fellow, we know not whence he is.
Página 98 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contained no tomb, — And glowing into day...
Página 95 - She filled the helm, and back she hied, And with surprise and joy espied A monk supporting Marmion's head ; A pious man whom duty brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrive the dying, bless the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And, as she stooped his brow to lave — " Is it the hand of Clare," he said, "Or injured Constance, bathes my head?
Página 37 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just ; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified, And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
Página 40 - Lawgiver, whose injunctions remain of undiminished obligation on all who profess to believe in him, " whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do you even so unto them...
Página 175 - My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust ; who subdueth my people under me.
Página 96 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse,— friend, foe,— in one red burial blent!
Página 279 - How think ye? if a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray, doth he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth into the mountains, and seeketh that which is gone astray.
Página 8 - he stirred up the people ; " so he did. The Essenes, no doubt, would have it that he was " a gluttonous man and a wine-bibber, a friend of publicans and sinners.

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