Monthly Packet of Evening Readings for Members of the English Church (earlier "for Younger Members of the English Church"), 第 24 卷J. and C. Mozley, 1877 |
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... perhaps , a countless crowd of beings , blindly true to the horrible rites of their ignorant superstition , waiting in breathless expectation for the advent of their object of worship , and watching with awe and reverence the prepara ...
... perhaps , a countless crowd of beings , blindly true to the horrible rites of their ignorant superstition , waiting in breathless expectation for the advent of their object of worship , and watching with awe and reverence the prepara ...
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... perhaps which if we had them now we could not understand ; leaves for which our truest wisdom is to wait . What then ? Is all our Christian life to be but one career of mecha- nical obedience to what we cannot understand , a blind ...
... perhaps which if we had them now we could not understand ; leaves for which our truest wisdom is to wait . What then ? Is all our Christian life to be but one career of mecha- nical obedience to what we cannot understand , a blind ...
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... perhaps would see in it nothing more , and yet , if we question this notice a little closer , how much it contains , and is waiting to yield up to us ! What light it throws on the whole story of the Apostolic Church to know where and ...
... perhaps would see in it nothing more , and yet , if we question this notice a little closer , how much it contains , and is waiting to yield up to us ! What light it throws on the whole story of the Apostolic Church to know where and ...
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... Perhaps she would like to see it . ' ' Oh you know , dear , I have no room yet . I was to choose , ' said the bride , and I won't take Janet from her kitchen any longer . Janet , I am sure you have some eggs fresh out of the nest , and ...
... Perhaps she would like to see it . ' ' Oh you know , dear , I have no room yet . I was to choose , ' said the bride , and I won't take Janet from her kitchen any longer . Janet , I am sure you have some eggs fresh out of the nest , and ...
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... perhaps it might be pleasant . ' Say yes , Milly - for Betha's sake - for my darling's sake ( she was so fond of you ) , if not for mine . Think how her children miss her ! Matters are going wrong already . It is not their fault , poor ...
... perhaps it might be pleasant . ' Say yes , Milly - for Betha's sake - for my darling's sake ( she was so fond of you ) , if not for mine . Think how her children miss her ! Matters are going wrong already . It is not their fault , poor ...
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第234页 - A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er; Far off the noises of the world retreat; The loud vociferations of the street Become an undistinguishable roar.