Frederick Gordon; or, The storming of the Redan, by a soldier's daughter

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J. Masters ... [and 3 other Publishers in three different places], 1856 - 65 pagini
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Pagina 63 - PREVENT us, O Lord, in all our doings with thy most gracious favour, and further us with thy continual help ; that in all our works begun, continued, and ended in thee, we may glorify thy holy Name, and finally by thy mercy obtain everlasting life ; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Pagina 64 - THE peace of God, which passeth all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of God, and of His Son Jesus Christ our Lord : And the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, be amongst you and remain with you always.
Pagina 64 - LORD, we beseech thee to keep thy household the Church in continual godliness ; that, through thy protection, it may be free from all adversities, and devoutly given to serve thee in good works, to the glory of thy name, through JESUS CHRIST our Lord. Amen.
Pagina 55 - King ! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us ! God save the King!
Pagina 30 - Then deem it not an idle thing A pleasant word to speak ; The face you wear, the thoughts you bring, A heart may heal or break.
Pagina 11 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropped upon his Bible was sincere ; Assailed by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was, a blameless life : And he that forged, and he that threw the dart. Had each a brother's interest in his heart. Paul's love of Christ, and steadiness unbribed, Were copied close in him, and well transcribed.
Pagina 63 - A thousand shall fall beside thee, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.
Pagina 20 - O'er our lost endearments weeping, Lonely, silent vigils keeping, " Meet again ! " transports us home. When this weary world is past, Happy they, whose spirits soaring, Vast eternity exploring, " Meet again
Pagina 11 - Now, Truth, perform thine office ; waft aside The curtain drawn by prejudice and pride, Reveal (the man is dead) to wondering eyes This more than monster in his proper guise.
Pagina 26 - Sleep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy; No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine; Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul; but, ah! more blest than he!

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