Midsummer Flowers for the Young

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Lindsay & Blakiston, 1854 - 226 sidor
 

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Sida 57 - And it came to pass that night, that the angel of the LORD went out, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand : and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses.
Sida 161 - Then the fire of the Lord fell, and consumed the burnt sacrifice, and the wood, and the stones, and the dust, and licked up the water that was in the trench. 39 And when all the people saw it, they fell on their faces: and they said, The Lord, he is the God; the Lord, he is the God.
Sida 63 - O' the season comes in turn to bloom and perish. But first of all the violet, with an eye Blue as the midnight heavens, the frail snow-drop, Born of the breath of Winter, and on his brow Fixed like a pale and solitary star...
Sida 56 - The noise of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of the prancing horses, and of the jumping chariots ! The horseman lifteth up both the bright sword and the glittering spear: and there is a multitude of slain, and a great number of carcases ; and there is none end of their corpses ; they stumble upon their corpses...
Sida 116 - What is it? Why are you looking at me?" "Did you really take more leave? I can't believe it. You really came home again to work on — on that." Elwood turned away. "Wait." She came up beside him. "Don't walk off from me. Stand still." "Be quiet. Don't shout." "I'm not shouting. I want to talk to you. I want to ask you something. May I? May I ask you something? You don't mind talking to me?
Sida 224 - The whole forming a beautiful specimen of the highly cultivated state ol the arts in the United States, as regards the paper, typography, and binding in rich and various styles. OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. In the department of English poetry, we have long looked for a spirit cast in nature's finest, yet most elevated mould, possessed of the most delicate and exquisite taste, the keenest perception of the innate true and beautiful in poetry, as opposed to their opposites, who could give to us a pure collection...
Sida 155 - He that loveth father or mother more than me, is not worthy of me ; and he that loveth son or daughter more than me, is not worthy of me ; and he that taketh not up his cross and followeth after me, is not worthy of me.
Sida 224 - The work may be regarded as a treasury of nearly all the best pieces of British Female Poets.— Inquirer. This volume, which is far more suited for a holyday gift than many which are prepared expressly for the purpose...
Sida 226 - As flowers which night, when day is o'er, perfume, Breathes the sweet memory from a good man's tomb.
Sida 66 - Orange, with flattened, rough, deep orange fruit, and a thin rind, which separates spontaneously from the pulp. This sort has been raised in China, where its fruit is chiefly consumed in presents to the great officers of state, whence its name. It is now cultivated in Malta, where it arrives at perfection. Its singularity consists in the rind so completely separating from the pulp when quite ripe that the latter may be shaken about in the inside. In quality this yields...

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