Edith Sydney: a Tale

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Burns, Oates, & Company, 1868 - 381 pages
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Page 39 - While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls— the World.
Page 365 - ... to do their duty in that state of life to which it has pleased God to call them.
Page 295 - WISH not, dear friends, my pain away, — Wish me a wise and thankful heart, With God, in all my griefs, to stay, Nor from his loved correction start. The dearest offering he can crave His portion in our souls to prove, What is it to the gift he gave.
Page 147 - Receive the Holy Ghost for the Office and work of a Priest in the Church of God, now committed unto thee by the Imposition of our hands. Whose sins thou dost forgive, they are forgiven; and whose sins thou dost retain, they are retained.
Page 114 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Page 61 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 97 - Through the dim struggling crowd and weary strife, Brings kindred spirits nigh whom we would pray Might live with us, and by our death-bed stay. Do these, our chosen ones, sink down at last Into the common grave of visions past? Ah ! there are few men in the world can say They had a dream which they do not dream still ; Few fountains in the heart which cease to play, When those whose touch evoked them at their will Sit there no more : and I my dreams fulfil When to high Heaven my tongue still nightly...

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