The Onward reciter ed. by W. Darrah, Volume 12

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William Darrah
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Page 30 - Who through faith subdued kingdoms, wrought righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions. Quenched the violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made strong, waxed valiant in fight, turned to flight the armies of the aliens.
Page 30 - Who shall separate us from the love of Christ ? shall tribulation or distress or persecution or famine or nakedness or peril or sword ? Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Page 163 - Behold, the Lord hath a mighty and strong one, which as a tempest of hail and a destroying storm, as a flood of mighty waters overflowing, shall cast down to the earth with the hand. 3. The crown of pride, the drunkards of Ephraim, shall be trodden under feet: 4.
Page 68 - Bessie made a solemn vow ; She had listened while the judges read, without a tear or sigh, " At the ringing of the Curfew — Basil Underwood must die.
Page 124 - Old Ironsides at anchor lay, In the harbor of Mahon ; A dead calm rested on the bay, — The waves to sleep had gone ; When little Hal, the Captain's son A lad both brave and good, In sport, up shroud and rigging ran, And on the main truck stood ! A shudder...
Page 68 - Curfew must not ring to-night." "Sexton," Bessie's white lips faltered, pointing to the prison old, With its turrets tall and gloomy, with its walls dark, damp and cold, "I've a lover in that prison, doomed this very night to die At the ringing of the curfew, and no earthly help is nigh ; Cromwell will not come till sunset," and her lips grew strangely white As she breathed the husky whisper: "Curfew must not ring to-night.
Page 91 - re all home long ago " ; — And I sing, in my quivering treble, A song so soft and low, Till the old man drops to slumber, With his head upon his hand, And I tell to myself the number Home in the better land.
Page 69 - It was o'er — the bell ceased swaying, and the maiden stepped once more Firmly on the...
Page 152 - Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts. Let him drink and forget his poverty and remember his misery no more.
Page 126 - ... clear as the sun, fair as the moon, and terrible as an army with banners...

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