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Gyldendal, 1892 - 166 síður
 

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Síða 33 - Urbs coelestis, urbs beata, Supra petram collocata, Urbs in portu satis tuto De longinquo te saluto, Te saluto, te suspiro, Te affecto, te requiro ! The Inn at Genoa.
Síða 49 - He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: Who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered? Which removeth the mountains, and they know not: Which overturneth them in his anger. Which shaketh the earth out of her place, And the pillars thereof tremble.
Síða 83 - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be, That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Síða 226 - I send you 18 to open their eyes, that they may turn from darkness to light and from the power of Satan to God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins and a place among those who are sanctified by faith in me.
Síða 29 - And behold an angel of the Lord stood by them, and the brightness of God shone round about them, and they feared with a great fear.
Síða 286 - Why so? Because they sought it not by faith, but as it were of works. For they stumbled at the stumbling-stone. As it is written: Behold I lay in Sion a stumbling-stone and a rock of scandal. And whosoever believeth in him shall not be confounded.
Síða 246 - Hail, Mary, full of grace, blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus !" I turned to Mogens to express what I felt.
Síða 29 - And the angel said to them : Fear not : for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, that shall be to all the people : for this day is born to you a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, in the city of David. And this shall be a sign unto you : You shall find the infant wrapped in swaddling clothes, and laid in a manger.
Síða 46 - Which lonely men drink wandering in their youth, And call truth, virtue, love, genius, or joy — That maddening wine of life whose dregs they drain To deep intoxication, and uplift, Like Maenads who cry loud "Evoe ! Evoe !" The voice which is contagion to the world.
Síða 297 - And when you are praying, speak not much, as the heathens. For they think that in their much speaking they may be heard.

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