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Page 255 - BREAD of the world, in mercy broken, Wine of the soul, in mercy shed, By Whom th.e words of life were spoken, And in Whose death our sins are dead ; 2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed ; And be Thy feast to us the token That by Thy grace our souls are fed.
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Page 108 - Edward Livingston. expect to be exposed and to submit to the drudgery thro' which final success could alone be hoped for. He listened to me with marked attention and, when I had finished, said, with much feeling, that his own subsequent reflection had caused misgivings in respect to the adaptation of the gentlemen he had selected for the particular concerns with which they were to be charged and that the views I had expressed convinced him entirely that his course, tho...
Page 134 - If there are those thou wouldst have me to help in any way, send them to me.
Page 242 - She sent her old nurse away, put him in the armchair by the fire, and stood on the hearthrug smiling at him, very tall and slim in her straight blue dressing-gown. Her father held an open letter in his hand, but he did not speak for a moment, and when he did it was only to murmur half to himself : " Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe com." "Dear dad, it is so nice of you to come and see me all by our two selves.
Page 92 - I managed to urge him upstairs, where he sank on a chair and buried his face in his hands.
Page 24 - What did you mean to say ? " "I didn't mean to say anything bad," he answered, looking down at his book and beginning to study diligently.