Damascus and Palmyra: A Journey to the East, 1±ÇE.L. Carey & A. Hart, 1838 - 484ÆäÀÌÁö |
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iii ÆäÀÌÁö - ... and the angel of God called to Hagar out of heaven, and said unto her, What aileth thee, Hagar ? fear not ; for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is. Arise, lift up the lad, and hold him in thine hand ; for I will make him a great nation.
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - Remember therefore from whence thou art fallen, and repent, and do the first works; or else I will come unto thee quickly, and will remove thy candlestick out of his place, except thou repent.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - I know thy works : behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it...
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled...
158 ÆäÀÌÁö - Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die. For I have not found thy works perfect before God.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the. lull'd winds seem dreaming : And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep : So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee ; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage...
126 ÆäÀÌÁö - I will retire," said the trembling Genoese, "by the same road " which God has opened to the Turks;" and at these words he hastily passed through one of the breaches of the inner wall. By this pusillanimous act, he stained the...