Henry Ward Beecher: The Shakespeare of the PulpitFunk & Wagnalls Company, 1893 - 541페이지 |
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... remember hearing him say that after her death his first sensation was a sort of terror like that of a child suddenly shut out in the dark . " She died when Henry was little more than three years old , so that his recollections of this ...
... remember hearing him say that after her death his first sensation was a sort of terror like that of a child suddenly shut out in the dark . " She died when Henry was little more than three years old , so that his recollections of this ...
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... remember . " One recalls the tribute which Theodore Parker paid to motherhood in his dis- course on Daniel Webster : " When virtue leaps high in the public fountain , you seek for the lofty spring of nobleness and find it far off in the ...
... remember . " One recalls the tribute which Theodore Parker paid to motherhood in his dis- course on Daniel Webster : " When virtue leaps high in the public fountain , you seek for the lofty spring of nobleness and find it far off in the ...
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... remember the state of the culinary art in New England in the early part of this century . Lyman Beecher writes : " We dined on salt pork , vegetables , and pies ; corned beef , also , and always on Sunday a boiled Indian pudding . We ...
... remember the state of the culinary art in New England in the early part of this century . Lyman Beecher writes : " We dined on salt pork , vegetables , and pies ; corned beef , also , and always on Sunday a boiled Indian pudding . We ...
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... remember- ing that he records his youthful unsulliedness , and that he grew up pure as a woman . The moral atmos- phere of Litchfield must have been far more whole- some and invigorating than that of many other New England towns . We ...
... remember- ing that he records his youthful unsulliedness , and that he grew up pure as a woman . The moral atmos- phere of Litchfield must have been far more whole- some and invigorating than that of many other New England towns . We ...
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... remembers his golden curls and little black frock as he frolicked in the sun . In the autumn of 1817 , Lyman Beecher brought to the Litchfield parsonage , as his second wife , Miss Harriet Porter , of Portland , Maine . The coming of ...
... remembers his golden curls and little black frock as he frolicked in the sun . In the autumn of 1817 , Lyman Beecher brought to the Litchfield parsonage , as his second wife , Miss Harriet Porter , of Portland , Maine . The coming of ...
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American anti-slavery became Beecher Memorial believed Biography blood Brooklyn called cheers Christ Christian compromise congregation divine dollars earnest eloquence England English excitement faith famous father feeling felt flag Frémont friends give God's Gospel hand Harriet Beecher Stowe hear heard heart Heaven Henry Ward Beecher honor human hundred influence inspired Jesus John Joseph Cook knew labor Lane Theological Seminary Lawrenceburg Lectures on Preaching letter liberty Lincoln Liverpool living Lord Lyman Abbott Lyman Beecher meeting ment mind ministers ministry moral morning National nature never noble North pastor Patriotic Addresses peace Phillips Brooks phrenology platform Plymouth Church prayer preacher Presbyterian President pulpit seemed Seminary sermon slave slavery soul South Southern speak speech spirit spoke stand Stowe Sunday sympathy theological things Thou thought thousand Tilton tion truth Union uttered voice Wendell Phillips whole words wrote York young
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210 페이지 - Then said he unto them, But now, he that hath a purse, let him take it, and likewise his scrip: and he that hath no sword, let him sell his garment, and buy one.
313 페이지 - Come, welcome; inasmuch as ye did it unto the least of these, ye did it unto me.
528 페이지 - I give to him that shall succeed me in my Pilgrimage, and my Courage and Skill to him that can get it. My Marks and Scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me that I have fought his Battles who now will be my Rewarder. When the day that he must go hence was come, many accompanied him to the Riverside, into which as he went he said, Death, where is thy Sting?
352 페이지 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
58 페이지 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
445 페이지 - I heard the voice of JESUS say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My Breast ;' I came to JESUS as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of JESUS say, ' Behold I freely give The living water, thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live...
261 페이지 - Bursts up in flame; the war of tongue and pen Learns with what deadly purpose it was fraught, And, helpless in the fiery passion caught, Shakes all the pillared state with shock of men: Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed Confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, And cries reproachful: "Was it, then, my praise, And not myself was loved?
268 페이지 - Independence, which asserts the right of every man to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness...
352 페이지 - Did ever so many hearts, in so brief a time, touch two such boundless feelings ? It was the uttermost of joy ; it was the uttermost of sorrow — noon and midnight, without a space between.
203 페이지 - Slavery, the earthborn Cyclops, fellest of the giant brood, Sons of brutish Force and Darkness, who have drenched the earth with blood, Famished in his self-made desert, blinded by our purer day, Gropes in yet unblasted regions for his miserable prey : — Shall we guide his gory fingers where our helpless children play?