The History of France ...

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Religious Tract Society, 1845

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Page 68 - AND after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God: for true and righteous are his judgments: for he hath judged the great whore, which did corrupt the earth with her fornication, and hath avenged the blood of his servants at her hand.
Page 40 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Page 430 - Put not your trust in princes, Nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help. His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; In that very day his thoughts perish.
Page 40 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Page 40 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
Page 159 - There, through the prison of unbounded wilds, Barr'd by the hand of Nature from escape, Wide roams the Russian exile. Nought around Strikes his sad eye but deserts lost in snow...
Page 5 - Topt with all titles, spreading all our reaches, As if each private arm would sphere the earth, We must to Virtue for her guide resort, Or we shall shipwreck in our safest port.
Page 100 - In tempests ; quits his grasp upon the winds, And gives them all their fury ; bids a plague Kindle a fiery boil upon the skin, And putrefy the breath of blooming health. He calls for Famine, and the meagre fiend Blows mildew from between his shrivell'd lips, And taints the golden ear. He springs his mines, And desolates a nation at a blast.
Page 432 - HERE is the spring where waters flow, To quench our heat of sin : Here is the tree where truth doth grow, To lead our lives therein : Here is the Judge that stints the strife, When men's devices fail : Here is the Bread that feeds the life, That death cannot assail.
Page 463 - Egyptian Thebes ; Tyre by the margin of the sounding waves ; Palmyra, central in the desert, fell ; And the arts died by which they had been raised.

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