Twenty plain lectures on the 'Pilgrim's progress'.

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R.D. Dickinson, 1879 - 237 עמודים
 

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עמוד 126 - We kneel, and all around us seems to lower; We rise, and all, the distant and the near, Stands forth in sunny outline, brave and clear; We kneel how weak, we rise how full of power!
עמוד 139 - I SAY to thee, — do thou repeat To the first man thou mayest meet In lane, highway, or open street, — That he and we and all men move Under a canopy of love, As broad as the blue sky above ; That doubt and trouble, fear and pain, And anguish, all are shadows vain, That death itself shall not remain ; That weary deserts we may tread, A dreary labyrinth may thread, Through dark ways underground be led; Yet, if we will...
עמוד 100 - So he went on, and Apollyon met him. Now the monster was hideous to behold ; he was clothed with scales, like a fish (and they are his pride), he had wings like a dragon, feet like a bear, and out of his belly came fire and smoke, and his mouth was as the mouth of a lion.
עמוד 193 - Veritate ; if it be for thy glory, I beseech thee give me some sign from heaven ; if not, I shall suppress it.
עמוד 11 - AUTHOR'S APOLOGY FOR HIS BOOK. \VHEN at the first I took my pen in hand, Thus for to write, I did not understand That I at all should make a little book In such a mode : nay, I had undertook To make another; which when almost done, Before I was aware, I this hegun.
עמוד 28 - So I saw in my dream that the man began to run. Now, he had not run far from his own door, but his wife and children perceiving it, began to cry after him to return; but the man put his fingers in his ears, and ran on, crying, Life! life! eternal life!
עמוד 7 - Poor child! thought I, what sorrow art thou like to have for thy portion in this world! Thou must be beaten; must beg; suffer hunger, cold, nakedness, and a thousand calamities, though I cannot now endure the wind should blow upon thee.
עמוד 120 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone.
עמוד 121 - Rejoice not against me, 0 mine enemy ! when I fall, I shall arise ; and with that, gave him a deadly thrust, which made him give back, as one that had received his mortal wound : Christian perceiving that, made at him again, saying, Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors, through him that loved us.
עמוד 123 - A wilderness, a land of deserts, and of pits; a land of drought, and of the shadow of death ; a land that no man (but a Christian) passeth through, and where no man dwelt (Jer.

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