New Englander and Yale Review, àÅèÁ·Õè 38

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Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight
W.L. Kingsley, 1879
 

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˹éÒ 628 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last - far off - at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream: but what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
˹éÒ 255 - And there came a traveller unto the rich man, and he spared to take of his own flock and of his own herd, to dress for the wayfaring man that was come unto him; but took the poor man's lamb, and dressed it for the man that was come to him.
˹éÒ 628 - No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! O for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
˹éÒ 398 - Jesus answered, He it is, to whom I shall give a sop, when I have dipped it. And when he had dipped the sop, he gave it to Judas Iscariot, the son of Simon.
˹éÒ 397 - Or have ye not read in the law, how that on the sabbath days the Priests in the temple profane the sabbath, and are blameless ? 6 But I say unto you, That in this place is one greater than the temple.
˹éÒ 93 - Why should ye be stricken any more ? ye will revolt more and more : the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it ; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores : they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.
˹éÒ 255 - But the poor man had nothing, save one little ewe lamb, which he had bought and nourished up : and it grew up together with him, and with his children ; it did eat of his own meat, and drank of his own cup, and lay in his bosom, and was unto him as a daughter.
˹éÒ 486 - And sends the fowls to us in care On daily visits through the air. He hangs in shades the orange bright Like golden lamps in a green night, And does in the pomegranates close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows.
˹éÒ 135 - But let us, who are of the day, be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love ; and for an helmet, the hope of salvation.
˹éÒ 596 - Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled, That from and after the passage of this act, it shall be lawful throughout the United States of America to employ the weights and measures of the Metric System...

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