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Seite 176 - I forty stripes save one, thrice was I beaten with rods, once was I stoned, thrice I suffered shipwreck, a night and a day I have been in the deep ; in journeyings often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils by mine own countrymen, in perils by the heathen, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren ; in weariness and painfuluess, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness ; besides...
Seite 348 - I have commanded you, and lo ! I am with you alway, even to the end of the world.
Seite 118 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, "With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 118 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
Seite 313 - And they shall make a spoil of thy riches, and make a prey of thy merchandise : and they shall break down thy walls, and destroy thy pleasant houses : and they shall lay thy stones and thy timber and thy dust in the midst of the water.
Seite 120 - twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook That I must look in vain ! But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; ' And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead ! If thou wouldst stay e'en as thou art, All cold and all serene- I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been...
Seite 119 - And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say, What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead ! III.
Seite 163 - For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work : I will triumph in the works of thy hands. 5 O LORD, how great are thy works ! and thy thoughts are very deep.