An Alpine tale. By the author of 'Tales from Switzerland'.1823 |
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affection affliction agitated Alpine Tale Alps amidst anticipation approached arrival art thou awakened awful Bagnes beat quick behold beloved Blesne blessing bosom breast calm castle children of men children of Zion choly conscription dark daugh dear Alphonzo dearest death desire distress divided in death Divine du Blesne dukes of Savoy earthly Emily's emotion eraze eternity faith farewell father feeling frequently glen glory grave hand happiness heard heart heart murmured heaven hill hope hour Jura lake look Lord Martigny melan melancholy mercy mercy-seat mind morning mountain mournful never night numbered o'er once passed path peace perhaps phonzo piety pious pleasure poor pray prayer Redeemer rejoice replied repose resignation rest scene seemed shade smile solemnity solicitude soon sorrow soul spirit storm sunk sweet Switzerland tears tender thee things thou thought throne tion uncon unhappy unto voice walk
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Sida 25 - 2 that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation ; that saith unto Zion, ' Thy God reigneth !'—Behold an Israelite indeed, in whom is no guile! Guide of my youth, and friend of my riper years, I owe thee the gratitude due from a child to a
Sida 124 - he hath prepared his throne in the heavens^ and his kingdom ruleth over all.' During our progress, we have traced some from thoughtlessness to the solicitude of a mind, awakened from the awful security of natural darkness, and anxiously enquiring after the way that leads to solid and lasting happiness. From that seriousness, which
Sida 5 - although the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines ; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation ?'
Sida 140 - thou also become weak as we ? art thou become like unto us? Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee. How art thou fallen from heaven, O
Sida 12 - Such are my feelings, while my bosom beats lightly in the refreshing prospect of life and immortality. But alas ! dear Emily, it is not always thus. Many a sorrowful remembrance there is, which throws a saddening shade even over those moments when I would ' rejoice in the Lord, and joy in the God of my salvation.
Sida 142 - far as we can judge, the once-ingenuous, Hazael is familiar to us all. ' What! Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this great thing?' would seem to have been spoken in the sincerity of
Sida 96 - Then, as if checking herself, she repeated two verses of a hymn, which, with a trivial variation, may be rendered in the language of one of our own singers in Israel: "But hush, my soul, nor dare repine ; The time my God appoints is best: While here, to
Sida 149 - the truth of that beautiful couplet: " The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown." He had left the house, and gone to a
Sida 95 - will trust and not be afraid ; for, though thou wast angry with me, thine anger is turned away, and thou comfortest me.