The Irish Dove; Or, Faults on Both Sides. A Tale. By the Author of “Rosa, the Work-Girl” [Margaret Percival].

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J. Robertson, 1849 - 306 pagine
 

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Pagina 231 - Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them...
Pagina 11 - For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord, shall be saved. How then shall they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how shall they believe in him of whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without a preacher ? And how shall they preach, except they be sent?
Pagina 301 - It is a thing plainly repugnant to the Word of God, and the custom of the Primitive Church, to have public Prayer in the Church, or to minister the Sacraments, in a tongue not understanded of the people.
Pagina 164 - I speak not of you all: I know whom I have chosen : but that the scripture may be fulfilled, He that eateth bread with me hath lifted up his heel against me.
Pagina 301 - Therefore if I know not the meaning of the voice, I shall be unto him that speaketh a barbarian, and he that speaketh shall be a barbarian unto me.
Pagina 21 - God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise, and the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty...
Pagina 280 - It matters little at what hour o' the day The righteous fall asleep, death cannot come To him untimely who is fit to die : The less of this cold world, the more of heaven, The briefer life, the earlier immortality.
Pagina 304 - And I will sow her unto me in the earth; and I will have mercy upon her that had not obtained mercy; and I will say to them which were not my people, Thou art my people ; and they shall say, Thou art my God.
Pagina 120 - Tis even as if an angel shook his wings ; Immortal fragrance fills the circuit wide, That tells us whence his treasures are supplied.
Pagina 14 - I have long wished that the Irish literature were cultivated. Ireland is known by tradition to have been once the seat of piety and learning ; and surely it would be very acceptable to all those who are curious either in the original of nations, or the affinities of languages, to be further informed of the revolution of a people so ancient, and once so illustrious.

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