The Diversions of Purley

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W. Tegg & Company, 1857 - English language - 739 pages

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Page 408 - And he called unto him his disciples, and saith unto them: "Verily I say unto you, that this poor widow hath cast more in, than all they which have cast into the treasury: for all they did cast in of their abundance; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even all her living.
Page 455 - And they all with one consent began to make excuse. The first said unto him, I have bought a piece of ground, and I must needs go and see it : I pray thee have me excused.
Page 407 - Jesus sat over against the treasury, and beheld how the people cast money into it : and many that were rich cast in much. And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing.
Page 100 - The Moor — howbeit that I endure him not, — Is of a constant, loving, noble nature ; And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband.
Page 455 - And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country ; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat : and no man gave unto him.
Page 659 - Who is made, not after the law of a carnal commandment, but after the power of an endless life.
Page 572 - Blessed are those servants, whom the lord when he cometh shall find watching: verily I say unto you, that he shall gird himself, and make them to sit down to meat, and will come forth and serve them. And if he shall come in the second watch, or come in the third watch, and find them so, blessed are those servants.
Page 360 - And I saw as it were a sea of glass mingled with fire : and them that had gotten the victory over the beast, and over his image, and over his mark, and over the number of his name, stand on the sea of glass, having the harps of God.
Page 436 - His spear, — to equal which, the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand...
Page 570 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal* vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

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