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... who , apparently , could not pass to and fro , and converse with others , had sad , melancholy faces . I watched this singular scene till evening came on . Then nearly all took out what I fancied must be 10 THE PASSENGERS.
... who , apparently , could not pass to and fro , and converse with others , had sad , melancholy faces . I watched this singular scene till evening came on . Then nearly all took out what I fancied must be 10 THE PASSENGERS.
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Henry Charles Blagden. Then nearly all took out what I fancied must be a letter , written on many sheets of paper . The instant that they began to peruse it , the wind , which had been hitherto rather stiff and rough , I could have ...
Henry Charles Blagden. Then nearly all took out what I fancied must be a letter , written on many sheets of paper . The instant that they began to peruse it , the wind , which had been hitherto rather stiff and rough , I could have ...
الصفحة 55
... fancied that the same extraordinary phenome- non was visible for a long time . after hour it went on burning . Hour More than once I beheld a very small band of individuals carrying up faggots and fuel for feeding and nourishing the ...
... fancied that the same extraordinary phenome- non was visible for a long time . after hour it went on burning . Hour More than once I beheld a very small band of individuals carrying up faggots and fuel for feeding and nourishing the ...
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Henry Charles Blagden. " After I had witnessed those spec- tacles , I fancied nearly all round the beacon were asleep . One here and there awake . But private , individual efforts were hardly of any use . Nearly every- thing and ...
Henry Charles Blagden. " After I had witnessed those spec- tacles , I fancied nearly all round the beacon were asleep . One here and there awake . But private , individual efforts were hardly of any use . Nearly every- thing and ...
الصفحة 63
... beacon . Many I had fancied before would mock , when I pointed up to the table - land and the sky almost in a blaze , as it were , with the reflected light . But at this energetic restoration and renewal of THE BEACON . 63.
... beacon . Many I had fancied before would mock , when I pointed up to the table - land and the sky almost in a blaze , as it were , with the reflected light . But at this energetic restoration and renewal of THE BEACON . 63.
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addresses of consolation ALLEGORY behold affliction bereaved less ceptible to addresses Chancel child sick unto Choir choly Church Church bell class-preacher compact his trust convinced and taught CURATE OF ALDRIDGE dream familiar an operation festive season-such found on earth-even gazed H. C. BLAGDEN heart are banished HIGH STREET Holy Innocents beheld indolence ISAAC WILLIAMS King Herod Listen little red-breast hurries M.A. CURATE massacred by King melan mirthfully flying miry lanes,-nearly mournful myste Nature's beautiful ex Nature's weeping Nave ness nest a shred occurrence befals pain-laden world PARKE passengers Penny Post pensive Christian Minister Perhaps outer things picting the soothing prayer PRINTER process has signifi red festival dress red-breast's note rious aspect-in Sacred Thoughts sent a contrast sermon of her's shred of straw sick unto death STAFFORDSHIRE stupified tence tender sermon things will relax threatened any signs tion trees of Paradise weeping and decking wend his pleasantless West end WOLVERHAMPTON words worship
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الصفحة 49 - Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same Year after year, through all the silent night Burns on for evermore that quenchless flame, Shines on that inextinguishable light...
الصفحة 83 - O death ! the poor man's dearest friend. The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
الصفحة 4 - Then waken into sound divine The very pavement of thy shrine, Till we, like Heaven's star-sprinkled floor, Faintly give back what we adore. Childlike though the voices be, And untunable the parts, Thou wilt own the minstrelsy, If it flow from childlike hearts.
الصفحة 21 - WITH joy the guardian angel sees A duteous child upon his knees, And writes in his approving book Each upward, earnest, holy look. Light from his pure aerial dream He springs to meet morn's orient beam And pours towards the kindling skies His clear adoring melodies.