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Page 187 - I am now ready to be offered up, and the time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith; henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, shall give me at that day; and not to me only, but unto all them, also, that love His appearing.
Page 84 - Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow.
Page 186 - For I will set mine eyes upon them for good, and I will bring them again to this land; and I will build them, and not pull them down; and I will plant them, and not pluck them up.
Page 117 - Bartering his venal wit for sums of gold, He cast himself into the saint-like mould ; Groan'd, sigh'd, and pray'd while godliness was gain, The loudest bagpipe of the squeaking train.
Page 290 - THROUGH thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle ; Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay ; In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the way.
Page 185 - And I will cast thee out, and thy mother that bare thee, into another country, where ye were not born ; and there shall ye die.
Page 143 - The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning. The crown is fallen from our head : woe unto us, that we have sinned...
Page 44 - I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The lady of the land. I told her how he pined : and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I...