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Стр. 86 - Cast away from you all your transgressions, whereby ye have transgressed; and make you a new heart and a new spirit: for why will ye die, O house of Israel? For I have no pleasure in the death of him that dieth, saith the Lord God: wherefore turn yourselves, and live ye.
Стр. 106 - Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease, Ease to the body some, none to the mind From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging, and present Times past, what once I was, and what am now.
Стр. 88 - My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass : Because I will publish the name of the Lord: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.
Стр. 37 - He brings, and round about him, nor from hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place : now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse ; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.
Стр. 140 - O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires!
Стр. 173 - And weepings heard where only joy has been; When by his children borne, and from his door Slowly departing, to return no more, He rests in holy earth with them that went before.
Стр. 83 - Not guilty," and awakes : Then chilling tremblings o'er his body creep, Till worn-out nature is compell'd to sleep. Now comes the dream again ; it shows each scene, With each small circumstance that comes between — The call to suffering and the very deed — There crowds go with him, follow, and precede ; Some heartless shout, some pity, all condemn, While he in fancied envy...
Стр. 253 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.
Стр. 243 - ... I deemed more a mental than a bodily malady. My visits, however, were not infrequent, and there sprang up something of kindliness and intimacy between the ladies and myself. They were utter strangers in Scotland, and thus my calls, perhaps, broke the monotony of their quiet retirement. Mrs. Parkins repeatedly expressed a wish that I would pay them a visit whenever my leisure permitted. The more our acquaintance increased, the more I saw of them, the more I became convinced of their superiority....