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Multitudes are , at the present moment , returning from a pilgrimage of hundreds of miles to that cavern , under the belief that such journeys will benefit their souls ! But , however misguided in their devotions , does not their zeal ...
Multitudes are , at the present moment , returning from a pilgrimage of hundreds of miles to that cavern , under the belief that such journeys will benefit their souls ! But , however misguided in their devotions , does not their zeal ...
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Does not the recital of such a fact lead us to contemplate with wonder , that mysterious union of soul and body , which death disolves ? Twelve years before had the soul of 6 PLAYFORD'S SOHAM MAGAZINE .
Does not the recital of such a fact lead us to contemplate with wonder , that mysterious union of soul and body , which death disolves ? Twelve years before had the soul of 6 PLAYFORD'S SOHAM MAGAZINE .
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Twelve years before had the soul of that lone wanderer passed into its eternal state , while his body remained almost as perfect as if the blood were still circulating in his veins ! Can any one forbear to say , " Let me die the death ...
Twelve years before had the soul of that lone wanderer passed into its eternal state , while his body remained almost as perfect as if the blood were still circulating in his veins ! Can any one forbear to say , " Let me die the death ...
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Ye traitors to human kind ! ye murderers of the human soul ! how can ye answer for it in your own hearts ? Surely every spark of your generosity is extinguished for ever , if this conclusion do not awaken in you the keenest remorse .
Ye traitors to human kind ! ye murderers of the human soul ! how can ye answer for it in your own hearts ? Surely every spark of your generosity is extinguished for ever , if this conclusion do not awaken in you the keenest remorse .
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... and its mintrelsy , These are for others - they are not for me , Oh ! no , let me rove , Where lips , from the soul , breathe a mu- sic divine , And eyes that deceive not , are smiling in mine , They are hers that I love . Soham .
... and its mintrelsy , These are for others - they are not for me , Oh ! no , let me rove , Where lips , from the soul , breathe a mu- sic divine , And eyes that deceive not , are smiling in mine , They are hers that I love . Soham .
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Page 146 - door, and no man can shut it; for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name.— Because thou hast kept the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation, which shall come upon all the world,
Page 177 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long ; And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 146 - Unto the Angel of the CHURCH OF THE LAODICEANS write,— I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.
Page 67 - Come, my Corinna, come, and coming mark How each field turns a street, each street a park, Made green and trimmed with trees ; see how Devotion gives each house a bough, Or branch ; each porch, each door, ere this, An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorne, neatly interwove.
Page 174 - Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt: Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one, He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. ' Twas such a shifter, that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; the
Page 141 - pleasant to grow better ; because that is to excel ourselves: it is pleasant even to mortify and subdue our lusts; because that is victory: it is pleasant to command our appetites and passions, and to keep them in due order, within the bounds of reason and religion ; because this is empire.
Page 82 - in his nostrils, in his fore teeth and grinders: in his lips, in his throat, in his shoulders, in his wrists, in his arms, in his fingers. May he be damned in his mouth, in his breast, and in all his inward parts, down to his very stomach! May he be cursed in his veins,
Page 97 - That such monuments, and such actions and observances be instituted, and do commence from the time that the matter of fact was done. The first two rules make it impossible for any such matter of fact to be imposed upon men, at the time when such matter of fact was said to be done, because every man's
Page 157 - But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart, In prison I saw him next, condemn'd To meet a traitor's doom at morn ; The tide of lying tongues I stemm'd, And honour'd him, "midst shame and
Page 157 - humbly for relief, That I eould never answer, " Nay": I had not power to ask his name, Whither he went, or whence he came, Yet was there something in his eye, That won my love, I knew not why.