A World Without Souls

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Green & Company, 1815 - English fiction - 170 pages

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Page 19 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 98 - Remember not, Lord, our offences, nor the offences of our forefathers ; neither take thou vengeance of our sins : spare us, good Lord, spare thy people, whom thou hast redeemed with thy most precious blood, and be not angry with us for ever.
Page 58 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Page 53 - Though I give all my goods to feed the poor, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
Page 72 - Fear not : for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
Page 67 - Finally brethren, farewell : be perfect, be of good comfort, be of one mind, live in peace ; and the God of love and peace shall be with you.
Page 102 - I know in Whom I have believed ; and I am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto Him against that day.
Page 130 - Infant. the sweet flower that scents the morn, But withers in the rising day ; Thus lovely was this infant's dawn, Thus swiftly fled its life away. 2 It died ere its expanding soul Had ever burnt with wrong desires, Had ever spurn'd at heaven's control, Or ever quench'd its sacred fires.
Page 47 - The secret things* belong unto the LORD our God: but the things that are revealed belong unto us and to our children for ever, that we may do all the words of this law.
Page 114 - Father's temple ours,— • Woe to the hand by which it falls ; A thousand spirits watch its towers, A cloud of angels guard its walls.

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