Memoir of Rev. Charles T. Torrey who Died in the Penitentiary of Maryland: Where He was Confined for Showing Mercy to the PoorJ.P. Jewett & Company, 1847 - 364 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 148 - that all men are created equal, and endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights — among which are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,' I shall strenuously contend for the immediate enfranchisement of our slave population.
الصفحة 342 - The disciple is not above his master, nor the servant above his Lord. It is enough for the disciple that he be as his master, and the servant as his Lord...
الصفحة 306 - It remains with you then to decide whether that freedom, at whose voice the kingdoms of Europe awoke from the sleep of ages, to run a career of virtuous emulation...
الصفحة 260 - They were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword. They wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins; being destitute, afflicted, tormented; of whom the world was not worthy. They wandered in deserts, and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.
الصفحة 342 - Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was an hungered, and ye gave me no meat; I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink; I was a stranger, and ye took me not in; naked, and ye clothed me not; sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.
الصفحة 299 - 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 were not born to die.
الصفحة 15 - Will, passion, reason, hopes, fears, joy, distress, Peace, turbulence, simplicity, deceit, Good, ill, corruption, immortality ; A temple of the Holy Ghost, and yet Oft lodging fiends ; the dwelling-place of all The heavenly virtues, charity and truth, Humility, and holiness, and love...
الصفحة 17 - The great waves heard Him, and the storm's loud tone Went moaning into silence at His will : And the thick clouds, where yet the lightning shone, And slept the latent thunder, rolled away Until no trace of tempest lurked behind, Changing upon the pinions of the wind To stormless wanderers, beautiful and gay. Dread Ruler of the tempest ! Thou, before Whose presence boweth the uprisen storm — To whom the waves do homage, round the shore Of many an island empire!
الصفحة 261 - Our life is hid with Christ in God, and when Christ, who is our life, shall appear ; then shall we also appear with him in glory.
الصفحة 17 - Thy infinite regard — oh, breathe upon The storm and darkness of man's soul, the same Quiet, and peace, and humbleness, which came O'er the roused waters, where Thy voice had gone, A minister of power — to conquer in Thy name...