The Truth Seeker Collection of Forms, Hymns, and Recitations: Original and SelectedD.M. Bennett, Liberal and Scientific Publishing House, 1877 - 585 Seiten |
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... weary soul , saying , “ I am here , I am with you , the Infinite Source , and Nurse , and Mother of all . " May we derive from thee the necessary strength and power to be ministers of mercy and love and health to each other , and act as ...
... weary soul , saying , “ I am here , I am with you , the Infinite Source , and Nurse , and Mother of all . " May we derive from thee the necessary strength and power to be ministers of mercy and love and health to each other , and act as ...
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... weary war- fare , though we shall see no voyager's bark return- ing over the silent sea of the future , it becomes us as submissive creatures of the inevitable to meet with heroism the mystery of untried existence . None need fear the ...
... weary war- fare , though we shall see no voyager's bark return- ing over the silent sea of the future , it becomes us as submissive creatures of the inevitable to meet with heroism the mystery of untried existence . None need fear the ...
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... weary life But that the dread of something after death , The undiscovered country , from whose bourn No traveler returns , -puzzles the will , And makes us rather bear those ills we have , Than fly to others that we know not of . Thus ...
... weary life But that the dread of something after death , The undiscovered country , from whose bourn No traveler returns , -puzzles the will , And makes us rather bear those ills we have , Than fly to others that we know not of . Thus ...
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... weary round of their own care ; Their golden lights are fixed in lucent air , Where undisturbed they have serenest joys . Their world , like ours , may have its stern employs , Yet still methinks ' t is free from jar and fret , In all ...
... weary round of their own care ; Their golden lights are fixed in lucent air , Where undisturbed they have serenest joys . Their world , like ours , may have its stern employs , Yet still methinks ' t is free from jar and fret , In all ...
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... shall know the loved who have gone before , And joyfully sweet will the meeting be , When over the river , the beautiful river , The angel of death shall carry me . Epitaphs . Here let her weary body rest , While OBITUARY NOTICES . 105.
... shall know the loved who have gone before , And joyfully sweet will the meeting be , When over the river , the beautiful river , The angel of death shall carry me . Epitaphs . Here let her weary body rest , While OBITUARY NOTICES . 105.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ages angels bear beautiful better bless breath bring brother cause clouds comes dare dark dawn dead death deeds dream duty earth eternal eyes face fair faith fall Father fear feel flowers follow forever freedom friends future give glorious glory grave grow hand happy heart heaven hold hope hour human kind land laws lead leaves liberty life's light live look marching meet mind moral morning Nature Nature's never night o'er pain pass past peace praise prayer reason rest rise river round seek Selected shine shore sing smile Society song sorrow soul spirit spring stand stars strive sweet tears tell thee There's things thou thought toil true truth voice wait waves weary wisdom wrong
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 98 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, 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 130 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Seite 82 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Seite 97 - 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 74 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Seite 82 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know...
Seite 212 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Seite 96 - 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 249 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Seite 74 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.