The Wheat-sheafW.P. Hazard, 1857 - 416 Seiten |
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... truths of chris- tianity in general ; and particularly that great fundamental doctrine which is the glory of the ... truth , is given to every man to profit withal . PHILADELPHIA , 10th Mo. , 1852 . ENOCH LEWIS . CONTENTS . PAGE ...
... truths of chris- tianity in general ; and particularly that great fundamental doctrine which is the glory of the ... truth , is given to every man to profit withal . PHILADELPHIA , 10th Mo. , 1852 . ENOCH LEWIS . CONTENTS . PAGE ...
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... wholly lost and gone , Vainly enjoyed or vainly done ; Of something from your being's chain Broke off , nor to be linked again By all mere memory can retain , IN MEMORIAM . Upon your heart this truth may rise THE WORTH OF HOURS-MILNES,
... wholly lost and gone , Vainly enjoyed or vainly done ; Of something from your being's chain Broke off , nor to be linked again By all mere memory can retain , IN MEMORIAM . Upon your heart this truth may rise THE WORTH OF HOURS-MILNES,
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IN MEMORIAM . Upon your heart this truth may rise : Nothing that altogether dies , Suffices man's just destinies . So should we live that every hour May die , as dies the natural flower , A self - reviving thing of power : That every ...
IN MEMORIAM . Upon your heart this truth may rise : Nothing that altogether dies , Suffices man's just destinies . So should we live that every hour May die , as dies the natural flower , A self - reviving thing of power : That every ...
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... truth , forms as irresistible a weapon as the dry bone did in that of Sampson of old and our slaughtered sophisms lie piled up , " heaps upon heaps , " before it . : HUGH MILLER . The Disenthralled . He had bowed down to drunkenness ,
... truth , forms as irresistible a weapon as the dry bone did in that of Sampson of old and our slaughtered sophisms lie piled up , " heaps upon heaps , " before it . : HUGH MILLER . The Disenthralled . He had bowed down to drunkenness ,
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... truth , the holy truth , was there : For there , with lip profane the crier stood , And him from the tall minaret you might hear Singing to all whose steps had thither trod , That verse misunderstood , " There is no God but God . ” Hark ...
... truth , the holy truth , was there : For there , with lip profane the crier stood , And him from the tall minaret you might hear Singing to all whose steps had thither trod , That verse misunderstood , " There is no God but God . ” Hark ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Absalom ages angel beauty behold beneath blessed bosom bright brow called child Christ Christian cloud DANIEL WHEELER dark dear death deep divine dreams earth Edward Burrough eternal evil faith father fear feel feet fell Fenelon flowers George Fox glory Gospel grave hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven holy honour hope hour Howard human hymn immortal JAMES NAYLER JOHN HOWARD JOSEPH STURGE labour Lawrence Southwick life's light lips living LOGAN'S LAMENT look Lord mercy mighty mind Mosul mountains N. P. WILLIS nature never night o'er passed peace pleasure poor praise prayer prison Quaker religion round scene seems shadow sight silent song sorrow soul spirit star sublime sweet thee thine things THOMAS ELLWOOD thought TINTERN ABBEY tion truth voice waves weary wild William Penn wings wonder words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 145 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Seite 180 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 315 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Seite 181 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Seite 348 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Seite 182 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Seite 157 - ... 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.
Seite 146 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread : Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this
Seite 180 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart ; — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air, — Comes a still voice...
Seite 262 - 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.