| James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1862 - 846 páginas
...than the sharpest pain, we are often tempted to wish that it might cease ivltogether. 'O that I liad the wings of a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest.' Beyond the dawn-struck summits of the snowy hills, in the silent places of the heavens traversed only... | |
| 1846 - 516 páginas
...heart — " existence would then have been a burden, the grave my only hope ; my only prayer, to have ' the wings of a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest.' From a fearful calamity I have been delivered by two strangers. Fortune has placed one beyond the reach... | |
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