Lorette: The History of Louise, Daughter of a Canadian Nun; Exhibiting the Interior of Female Convents

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Wm. A. Mercein, 1833 - Anti-Catholicism in literature - 244 pages
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Page 238 - I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Page 127 - My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defence; I shall not be moved.
Page 227 - For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
Page 198 - While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal. For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.
Page 198 - And forgettest the Lord thy maker, That hath stretched forth the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth ; And hast feared continually every day because of the fury of the oppressor, As if he were ready to destroy ? And where is the fury of the oppressor?
Page 238 - O that I had wings like a dove ! For then would I fly away, and be at rest.
Page 175 - Jerusalem, and to an innumerable company of angels ; to the general assembly and church of the firstborn, who are written in heaven, and to God the Judge of all, and to the spirits of just men made perfect, and to Jesus the Mediator• of the new covenant.
Page 147 - Care flees before his footsteps, straying. At daybreak, o'er the purple heath ; He plucks the wild flowers round him playing, And binds their beauty in a wreath. More dear to him the fields and mountains, When with his friend abroad he roves, Rests in the shade near sunny fountains. Or talks by moonlight...
Page 120 - Yea, in soul my friend and brother still ? Heaven received thee, and on earth none other Can the void in my lorn bosom fill. Where is she, whose looks were love and gladness ? — Love and gladness I no longer see ! She is gone ; and, since that hour of sadness, Nature seems her sepulchre to me. Where am I ? — life's current faintly flowing Brings the welcome warning of release ; Struck with death, ah ! whither am I going ? All is well, — my spirit parts in peace.
Page 91 - That thou wilt hail my second birth, When death shall reunite us, Where worlds no more can sever Parent and child for ever. THE WIDOW AND THE FATHERLESS WELL, thou art gone, and I am left : But oh ! how cold and dark to me This world, of every charm bereft, Where all was beautiful with thee ! Though I have seen thy form depart For ever from my widow'd eye, I hold thee in mine inmost heart ; There, there at least, thou canst not die. Farewell on earth : Heaven claim'd its own , Yet, when from me thy...

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