Mental Medicine: A Theoretical and Practical Treatise on Medical Psychology

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H.H. Carter, 1873 - 206 Seiten
 

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Seite 86 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Seite 30 - The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek. He hath sent me to bind up the broken-hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives and the opening of the prison to them that are bound ; to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord...
Seite 174 - But the anointing which ye have received of him abideth in you, and ye need not that any man teach you : but as the same anointing teacheth you of all things, and is truth, and is no lie, and even as it hath taught you, ye shall abide in him.
Seite 175 - Joel ; and it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my spirit upon all flesh ; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams ; and on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit, and they shall prophesy.
Seite 87 - So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
Seite 187 - There is no death! The stars go down To rise upon some fairer shore, And bright in Heaven's jeweled crown They shine for evermore.
Seite 87 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.
Seite 77 - I MOURN no more my vanished years : Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west-winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run ; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun.
Seite 187 - There is no Death ! The dust we tread Shall change beneath the summer showers To golden grain or mellow fruit Or rainbow-tinted flowers.
Seite 206 - Great truths are dearly bought. The common truth, Such as men give and take from day to day, Comes in the common walk of easy life, Blown by the careless wind across our way.

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