The Ackworth reading book, being selections from the best English authors in prose and poetry, for the use of Ackworth school, by W. Pollard1865 |
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... faith , as Paul calleth it ; and not a swerving faith , but to a faith that embraceth Christ , and trusteth to his merits ; a lively faith , a justifying faith ; a faith that maketh a man righteous without respect of works : as ye have ...
... faith , as Paul calleth it ; and not a swerving faith , but to a faith that embraceth Christ , and trusteth to his merits ; a lively faith , a justifying faith ; a faith that maketh a man righteous without respect of works : as ye have ...
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... faith have not done so much in me , as in thee mere instinct of nature ; want of fore- sight makes thee more merry if not more happy here , than the foresight of better things maketh me . O God , thy providence is not impaired by those ...
... faith have not done so much in me , as in thee mere instinct of nature ; want of fore- sight makes thee more merry if not more happy here , than the foresight of better things maketh me . O God , thy providence is not impaired by those ...
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... faith , and hope ; and welcome love , and joy , and praise . I shall now have my harvest without ploughing or sowing ; my joy without a preacher or a promise : even all from the face of God Himself . Whatever mixture is in the streams ...
... faith , and hope ; and welcome love , and joy , and praise . I shall now have my harvest without ploughing or sowing ; my joy without a preacher or a promise : even all from the face of God Himself . Whatever mixture is in the streams ...
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... FAITH . Till I could stay no longer ; for there was great talk presently after you were gone out , that our city would , in a short time , with fire from heaven be burnt down to the ground . CHR . What did your neighbours talk so ? FAITH ...
... FAITH . Till I could stay no longer ; for there was great talk presently after you were gone out , that our city would , in a short time , with fire from heaven be burnt down to the ground . CHR . What did your neighbours talk so ? FAITH ...
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... FAITH . Yes , Christian , I heard that he followed you till he came to the Slough of Despond , where , as some said , he fell in ; but he would not be known to have so done ; but I am sure he was soundly bedabbled with that kind of dirt ...
... FAITH . Yes , Christian , I heard that he followed you till he came to the Slough of Despond , where , as some said , he fell in ; but he would not be known to have so done ; but I am sure he was soundly bedabbled with that kind of dirt ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
admiration animal appear birds blessing bread Brownist called Carthusians character Charon cheerful Christian church Cobham corn creatures danger death delighted earth EDWARD MIALL enemies England evil eyes faith father fear feeling fire friends give glory hand happy hath heard heart heaven holy honour hope House of Commons human Joseph Sturge kind king knew Kuruman labour land live Lollardism London Charterhouse look Lord Lord Cobham mankind ment mind moral morning mother nation nature never night noble once passed peace pemmican perhaps political poor Puritans Rachel Reformation religion Rephidim rest round scene seemed seen slavery slaves soul spirit tell thee things Thomas Clarkson thou thought tion told Trim truth turn uncle Toby voice walk WASHINGTON IRVING whole words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 370 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Seite 388 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 62 - And he gave it for his opinion, " that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground, where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than, the whole race of politicians put together.
Seite 392 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Seite 367 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man. That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Seite 421 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Seite 369 - So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Seite 386 - Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Seite 393 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide. A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
Seite 421 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.