Excelsior: Helps to Progress in Religion, Science, and Literature, Volume 5

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James Nisbet and Company, Berners Street, 1856
 

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Page 106 - every pore ? Then had I not been thus exiled from light, To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave ; Buried, yet not exempt, By privilege of death and burial, From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs.
Page 248 - Ye shall not round the corners of your heads, neither shalt thou mar the corners of thy beard. Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you:
Page 340 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; From haunted spring, and dale Edg'd with poplar pale, The parting genius is with sighing sent: With
Page 245 - of the Psalmist (Psalm xviii. 38, 39) : " I have wounded them that they were not able to rise: they are fallen under my feet. For thou hast girded me with strength unto the battle ; thou hast subdued under me those that rose up against me.
Page 408 - there shall in nowise enter anything that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination or maketh a lie, but they which are written in the Lamb's book of life.
Page 240 - the 40th and 41st verses of the 18th Psalm : " Thou hast also given me the necks of mine enemies; that I might destroy them that hate me. They cried, but there was none to save them : even unto the Lord, but he answered them not.
Page 419 - hope, to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers'; To have thy asking, yet wait many years; To fret thy soul with crosses and with cares; To eat thy heart through comfortless despairs ; To fawn, to crouch, to wait, to ride, to run, To spend, to give, to want, to be undone
Page 418 - Blest silent groves ! O may ye be For ever mirth's best nursery ! May pure contents For ever pitch their tents Upon these downs, these meads, these rocks, these mountains, And peace still slumber by these purling fountains, Which we may every year Find, when we come a-fishing here.

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