Diary of mrs. Kitty Trevylyan, by the author of 'Chronicles of the Schönberg-Cotta family'. |
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... listening to a Human Voice like our own , telling us in simplest every - day words things that touch our inmost hearts ; and knowing that the Human Voice is also Divine , and that the things it tells are all true , for ever and for ever ...
... listening to a Human Voice like our own , telling us in simplest every - day words things that touch our inmost hearts ; and knowing that the Human Voice is also Divine , and that the things it tells are all true , for ever and for ever ...
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... listen to the wonderful stories of the island , and the cave , and the savages . And Hugh always made a kind of queen of me , being the only girl , and seemed to think he could never do enough to save me trouble or to give me pleasure ...
... listen to the wonderful stories of the island , and the cave , and the savages . And Hugh always made a kind of queen of me , being the only girl , and seemed to think he could never do enough to save me trouble or to give me pleasure ...
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... listened I could hear repressed sobs from some , both men and women , and I saw tears making white channels down many of the sooty faces . And the preacher had such a clear wonderful voice . He seemed to speak without effort . His whole ...
... listened I could hear repressed sobs from some , both men and women , and I saw tears making white channels down many of the sooty faces . And the preacher had such a clear wonderful voice . He seemed to speak without effort . His whole ...
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... listen with the colliers . I never heard music like that voice ; yet the words were more than the voice ; and oh , the reality is more than the words ! It inade me feel more at home than any words since Mother's last prayer with me ...
... listen with the colliers . I never heard music like that voice ; yet the words were more than the voice ; and oh , the reality is more than the words ! It inade me feel more at home than any words since Mother's last prayer with me ...
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... listen . ney . Hackney , near London . The place Aunt and Uncle Henderson live in is called Hack- I had no idea a merchant's house could be as pretty as this is . Father always spoke of his Sister Henderson as " Poor Patience ...
... listen . ney . Hackney , near London . The place Aunt and Uncle Henderson live in is called Hack- I had no idea a merchant's house could be as pretty as this is . Father always spoke of his Sister Henderson as " Poor Patience ...
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Page 137 - Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown, Thee will I love, my Lord, my God ; Thee will I love, beneath thy frown, Or smile, thy sceptre, or thy rod ; What though my flesh and heart decay ; Thee shall I love in endless day ! 55.
Page 103 - And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away, and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God, and the books were opened ; and another book was opened, which is the book of life; and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.
Page 121 - Yield to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, Be conquered by my instant prayer! Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, And tell me, if Thy name is Love?
Page 103 - And in that day thou shalt say, O Lord, I will praise thee : though thou wast angry with me, thine anger is turned away, and thou comfortedst me. Behold, God is my salvation ; I will trust, and not be afraid ; for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song ; he also is become my salvation.
Page 45 - Jesus took once a little child and set him in the midst of the people, and said, "except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye cannot enter the kingdom of heaven...
Page 121 - tis Love! Thou diedst for me, I hear thy whisper in my heart. The morning breaks, the shadows flee: . Pure Universal Love thou art; To me, to all, thy bowels move, Thy nature and thy name is Love.
Page 154 - MY joy, my life, my crown ! My heart was meaning all the day, Somewhat it fain would say : And still it runneth muttering up and down With only this, My joy, my life, my crown ! Yet slight not these few words ; If truly said, they may take part Among the best in art.
Page 38 - My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. WHEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died...
Page 153 - Thou art a day of mirth ; And where the week-days trail on ground, Thy flight is higher, as thy birth : O let me take thee at the bound, Leaping with thee from seven to seven, Till that we both, being tossed from earth, Fly hand in hand to heaven ! AVARICE.
Page 38 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.