Looking Toward Sunset: From Sources Old and New, Original and Selected

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Ticknor and Fields, 1865 - 455 стор.
 

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Сторінка 384 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Сторінка 126 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Сторінка 68 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night...
Сторінка 184 - HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys ? If there has, take him out, without making a noise.
Сторінка 360 - ... promises, kindly stepped in, and carried him away, to where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest ! It is during the time that we lived on this farm, that my little story is most eventful.
Сторінка 205 - He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen.* Even so, come, Lord Jesus. The grace -)- of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.
Сторінка 35 - T'HE Lord my shepherd is; *- I shall be well supplied : Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place * Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy name. 4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear...
Сторінка 193 - He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet: he is one by whom All effort seems forgotten, one to whom Long patience hath such mild composure given, That patience now doth seem a thing, of which He hath no need. He is by nature led To peace so perfect, that the young behold With envy what the Old Man hardly feels.
Сторінка 98 - Matthew is in his grave, yet now, Methinks, I see him stand, As at that moment, with a bough Of wilding in his hand. THE FOUNTAIN A CONVERSATION WE talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet. 'Now, Matthew...
Сторінка 384 - They are all gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest, After the sun's remove.

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