Pilgrim's Progress

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P. F. Collier & son, 1909 - Poets, English - 426 pages

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Page 28 - For as many as are of the works of the law, are under the curse : for it is written, Cursed is every one that continueth not in all things which are written in the book of the law to do them.
Page 318 - I have been at to arrive where I am. My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me, that I have fought his battles who now will be my rewarder. When the day that he must go hence was come, many accompanied him to the river side, into which as he went he said, "Death, where is thy sting?
Page 139 - Behold I stand at the door, and knock : if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him and will sup with him, and he with me.
Page 89 - For not he that commendeth himself is approved, but whom the Lord commendeth.
Page 58 - Samuel, and of the prophets: 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 146 - For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie : though it tarry, wait for it ; because it will surely come, it will not tarry.
Page 303 - Whoso beset him round With dismal stories, Do but themselves confound, His strength the more is. No lion can him fright ; He'll with a giant fight, But he will have a right To be a pilgrim.
Page 138 - Concerning the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept me from the paths of the destroyer.
Page 135 - The Sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold, the Spear, the Dart, nor the Habergeon: he esteemeth Iron as Straw, and Brass as rotten Wood. The Arrow cannot make him fly; Sling-stones are turned with him into Stubble, Darts are counted as Stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a Spear.
Page 13 - As I WALKED through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where was a Den, and I laid me down in that place to sleep: and as I slept I dreamed a dream.

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