The Wife's Victory: And Other NouvellettesT.B. Peterson and brothers, 1854 - 342 pagini |
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The Wife's Victory: And Other Nouvellettes (Classic Reprint) Mrs. Emma Dorothy Eliza N. Southworth Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2018 |
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Pagina 31 - Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church : and he is the Saviour of the body. Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.
Pagina 313 - Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
Pagina 31 - Unargued I obey: so God ordains; God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge, and her praise.
Pagina 31 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband; And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
Pagina 305 - Sore pierced by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty. How many shake With all the fiercer tortures of the mind, Unbounded passion, madness, guilt, remorse; Whence tumbled headlong from the height of life, They furnish matter for the tragic Muse.
Pagina 155 - ... down on our wrath. Let it not be merely a thanksgiving in words — a day of feasting — but a heart's feasting on peace and good will. THE END. THE IRISH REFUGEE. The only son of his mother, and she was a widow. — Luke vii. 12. Long years shall see thee roaming A sad and weary way, Like traveler tired at gloaming Of a sultry summer day. But soon a home will greet thee, Though low its portals be, And ready kinsmen meet thee, And peace that will not flee. — Percival. It was a lovely morning,...
Pagina 207 - T^HOU sparkling bowl ! thou sparkling bowl ! Though lips of bards thy brim may press, And eyes of beauty o'er thee roll, And song and dance thy power confess, I will not touch thee ; for there clings A scorpion to thy side, that stings ! Thou crystal glass ! like Eden's tree, Thy melted ruby tempts the eye, And, as from that, there comes from thee The voice,
Pagina 85 - And darkness lighten more, till, full of awe, You stand in the open sunshine unaware !" " Thou dwell'st on sorrow's high and barren place, But round about the mount an angel-guard — Chariots of fire, horses of fire, encamp To keep thee safe for heaven," LET us follow to the suburbs of the city.
Pagina 33 - O wondrous prophetic adaptation ! The very name almost reminds thee, saying, " Think not of the Crucified as of a mere man ; He is the Head of all principality and power. That Head which was crucified is the Head of all power, and has for His Head the Father ; for the Head of the man is Christ, and the Head of Christ is God.
Pagina 155 - ... every frailty with the gentlest smile, Though to no possible depth of evil blind. This is the riddle thou hast life to solve ; But in the task thou shalt not work alone, For while the worlds about the sun revolve, God's heart and mind are ever with his own. MILNES — Palm Leaves. 38. Long years will see thee roaming A sad and weary way, Like traveller tired at gloaming, Of a sultry Summer's day.