Around the Pyramids: Being a Tour in the Holy Land, And, Incidentally, Through Several European Countries, and Portions of Africa, During the Years 1859-60

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Carleton, 1865 - 309 páginas
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Página 141 - The impotent man answered him, 'Sir, I have no man, when the water is troubled, to put me into the pool: but while I am coming, another steppeth down before me.' "Jesus saith unto him, 'Rise, take up thy bed, and walk.
Página 185 - While he yet spake, behold, a bright cloud overshadowed them : and behold a voice out of the cloud, which said, • nils is my beloved SON, In whom I am well pleased ; hear •ye him.
Página 160 - And when He thus had spoken, He cried with a loud voice, Lazarus, come forth. And he that was dead came forth, bound hand and foot with graveclothes : and his face was bound about with a napkin. Jesus saith unto them, Loose him, and let him go.
Página 141 - Jesus saith unto him, Rise, take up thy bed, and walk. And immediately the man was made whole, and took up his bed, and walked: and on the same day was the Sabbath.
Página 257 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That...
Página 257 - She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, Like torn branch from death's leafless tree, In sorrow's pomp and pageantry. The heartless luxury of the tomb. But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone. For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed, Her marble wrought, her music breathed; For thee she rings the birthday bells; Of thee her babes' first lisping tells; For thine her evening prayer is said At palace couch and cottage bed.
Página 201 - Take the prophets of Baal; let not one of them escape." And they took them. And Elijah brought them down to the brook Kishon and slew them there.
Página 172 - And he bought a parcel of a field, where he had spread his tent, at the hand of the children of Hamor, Shechem's father, for an hundred pieces of money.
Página 164 - And Rachel died, and was buried in the way to Ephrath, which is Beth-lehem. And Jacob set a pillar upon her grave : that is the pillar of Rachel's grave unto this day.
Página 63 - Fair city, worthy of her ancient fame ! The season of her splendour is gone by, Yet everywhere its monuments remain : Temples which rear their stately heads on high, Canals that intersect the fertile plain — "Wide streets and squares, with many a court and hall, Spacious and undefaced — but ancient all. "When I may read of tilts in days of old, Of...

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