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118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book! That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever! For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God: Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
180 ÆäÀÌÁö - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding isles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose...
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180 ÆäÀÌÁö - Long sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence and a dread repose. Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror o'er the woods.
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... me. In a literary point of view I am under the deepest obligations to his excellent judgment and good taste. Indeed were it not for him, I never could have struggled my way through the severe difficulties with which in my early career I was beset. "Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my early days; None knew thee but to love thee, Or named thee but to praise.
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - The day of wrath, that dreadful day Shall all the world in ashes lay. As David and the sybils say.