Oriental Campaigns and European Furloughs: The Autobiography of a Veteran of the Indian Mutiny

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T. F. Unwin, 1908 - Europe - 292 pages

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Page 116 - Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, And he bringeth them out of their distresses. He maketh the storm a calm, So that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet ; So he bringeth them unto their desired haven.
Page 5 - tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Page 63 - And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival, Gorging and growling o'er carcass and limb; They were too busy to bark at him!
Page 197 - O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed ; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.
Page 13 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Page 118 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace.
Page 49 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Page 118 - Once on the raging seas I rode, the storm was loud, the night was dark, the ocean yawned, and rudely blowed the wind that tossed my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze, death-struck, -I ceased the tide to stem; when suddenly a star arose — it was the Star of Bethlehem.
Page 120 - Not there ; not there, my child. Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? Not there ; not there, my child.
Page 197 - By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song ; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

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