More BorrowingsC. A. Murdock & Company, printers, 1891 - 95 páginas |
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... Lord , Be merciful to me , a fool ! " No pity , Lord , could change the heart From red with wrong to white as wool ; The rod must heal the sin : but Lord , Be merciful to me , a fool ! " Tis not by guilt the onward sweep Of truth and ...
... Lord , Be merciful to me , a fool ! " No pity , Lord , could change the heart From red with wrong to white as wool ; The rod must heal the sin : but Lord , Be merciful to me , a fool ! " Tis not by guilt the onward sweep Of truth and ...
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... Lord , Be merciful to me , a fool ! " The room was hushed ; in silence rose The King , and sought his gardens cool , And walked apart , and murmured low , " Be merciful to me , a fool ! " -Edward Rowland Sill . Beware of despairing ...
... Lord , Be merciful to me , a fool ! " The room was hushed ; in silence rose The King , and sought his gardens cool , And walked apart , and murmured low , " Be merciful to me , a fool ! " -Edward Rowland Sill . Beware of despairing ...
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... Lord God Almighty . " -William Blake . The greatest thing a man can do for his Heavenly Father is to be kind to some of his other children . -Henry Drummond . Nothing is so strong as gentleness , Nothing so gentle 68.
... Lord God Almighty . " -William Blake . The greatest thing a man can do for his Heavenly Father is to be kind to some of his other children . -Henry Drummond . Nothing is so strong as gentleness , Nothing so gentle 68.
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Aldrich Alice Cary angel beauty beside bless BORROWINGS Carlyle Channing Charles Buxton cheer CHRYSTEMASSE daffodils deed divine drop duty E. B. Browning earth Edward Rowland Sill Ella Wheeler Wilcox Emerson eternal eyes faithful unto death faults fear feet flowers fool gentle George Eliot George Macdonald GIFT give God's heart heaven heavenly Henry Ward Beecher Hindu Holmes James Freeman Clarke life's Live pure Longfellow look Lord loveth Lowell Lucy Larcom man's Marcus Aurelius mind Minot morning murmur name is Death Nature never night noble o'er OAKLAND occu pearl Phillips Brooks poets Prentice Mulford rose Ruskin sense Shakespeare shine sing Thee smile song soul speak stars strange strength sweet Tennyson thine things Thoreau thou faithful unto thought to-day to-morrows trust truth Twas valet VIMU Wheeler Wilcox Whittier wild William William Blake wondrous word Wordsworth Zoroaster
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Página 16 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can...
Página 27 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Página 78 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, sonorous cadences ! whereby To his belief, the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Página 52 - He fixed thee mid this dance Of plastic circumstance, This Present, thou, forsooth, wouldst fain arrest : Machinery just meant To give thy soul its bent, Try thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently impressed.
Página 45 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only; an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power; Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Página 49 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Página 69 - Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Página 47 - If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Página 35 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Página 44 - tis her privilege. Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues. Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.