The Clives of Burcot. By Hesba Stretton, Volumen 1

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Página 255 - The mother of Sisera looked out at a window, and cried through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming ? Why tarry the wheels of his chariots...
Página 153 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them ? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Página 255 - Her wise ladies answered her, yea, she returned answer to herself, "Have they not sped? have they not divided the prey ; to every man a damsel or two ; to Sisera a prey of divers colours, a prey of divers colours of needlework, of divers colours of needlework on both sides, meet for the necks of them that take the spoil?
Página 145 - Secondly, Because they are denied a share in the promise of life : ' They shall never be forgiven neither in this world, nor in that which is to come.
Página 155 - Italia ! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow ploughed by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame.
Página 216 - ... thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. The Christian is composed by the belief of a wise, all-ruling Father, whose presence fills the void unknown with light and order; but to the man who has dethroned God the spirit-land is, indeed, in the words of the Hebrew poet, "a land of darkness and the shadow of death," without any order, where the light is as darkness.
Página 223 - ... would take care not to give any of the rest of them a chance of going daft by a trip to Australia I They don't pursue the argument after that, as all are eager to go, and perfectly willing, they say, to accept the risk. " It was a blessing the Natives were so kind, and oh, how we experienced that ' God stayeth His rough wind in the day of His east wind...
Página 64 - Lucy's grandfather, as he sank into a chair and covered his face with his hands : Too late ! Too late ! Too late 1 II.
Página 17 - I am so bewildered by what you have told me, that I cannot thank you as I ought, until I know more.

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