Elihu Burritt's Bond of brotherhood, Utgåva 134–185


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Sida 63 - Ye lust, and have not : ye kill, and desire to have, and cannot obtain : ye fight and war, yet ye have not, because ye ask not.
Sida 139 - And I will cut off the chariot from Ephraim, and the horse from Jerusalem, and the battle bow shall be cut off: and he shall speak peace unto the heathen: and his dominion shall be from sea even to sea, and from the river even to the ends of the earth.
Sida 107 - The kingdom of heaven is like to a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field, which indeed is the least of all seeds, but when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree, so that the birds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof.
Sida 138 - Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him ; if he thirst, give him drink. For in so doing, thou shall heap coals of fire on his head.
Sida 138 - For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
Sida 138 - He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth : he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder ; he burneth the chariot in the fire.
Sida 39 - On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wistful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie.
Sida 144 - His own familiar friend, with whom he took sweet counsel, and walked to the house of God in company, rises against him, as a member of the great government of the people, and taunts him with treason to its authority.
Sida 35 - Truth crushed to earth, shall rise again The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Sida 35 - Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy chosen lot; The timid good may stand aloof, The sage may frown— yet faint thou not. Nor heed the shaft too surely cast. The foul and hissing bolt of scorn; For with thy side shall dwell at last, The victory of endurance born.

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