Selections from Various SourcesJohn H. Turner, 1863 - 240 páginas |
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... rest , We darken . " OPPORTUNITY . " OPPORTUNITY is the blossom of time . " EPITAPH on an ancient stone , dug up in the Church of Inverness , Scotland . " The eye findeth , The heart chooseth , The hand bindeth , But death looseth ...
... rest , We darken . " OPPORTUNITY . " OPPORTUNITY is the blossom of time . " EPITAPH on an ancient stone , dug up in the Church of Inverness , Scotland . " The eye findeth , The heart chooseth , The hand bindeth , But death looseth ...
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... rest content , without inquiring into the several degrees of bliss , in the heavenly mansions . If I have felt con- tent here , though as a door - keeper in the house of God , upon earth , so I can rejoice at the thought of being ad ...
... rest content , without inquiring into the several degrees of bliss , in the heavenly mansions . If I have felt con- tent here , though as a door - keeper in the house of God , upon earth , so I can rejoice at the thought of being ad ...
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... rests . His greatness and his sweetness No more shall seem at strife , For death hath moulded into calm completeness , The statue of his life . " Around his grave are quietness and beauty , And the sweet heaven above , The fitting ...
... rests . His greatness and his sweetness No more shall seem at strife , For death hath moulded into calm completeness , The statue of his life . " Around his grave are quietness and beauty , And the sweet heaven above , The fitting ...
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... ever on thy goodness call ; Ceaseless he supplicates thy blest repose , For shut apart from Thee , no rest his spirit knows . " Lorenzo de Medici . TWO CROPS . THE colored servant of a planter was SELECTIONS FROM VARIOUS SOURCES . 51.
... ever on thy goodness call ; Ceaseless he supplicates thy blest repose , For shut apart from Thee , no rest his spirit knows . " Lorenzo de Medici . TWO CROPS . THE colored servant of a planter was SELECTIONS FROM VARIOUS SOURCES . 51.
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... rest , but to us of toilsome hunting . Therefore , they live longer than we do . I say unto every one that will hear me , that before the cedar trees around us shall have died down , and the maple trees cease to yield sugar , the race ...
... rest , but to us of toilsome hunting . Therefore , they live longer than we do . I say unto every one that will hear me , that before the cedar trees around us shall have died down , and the maple trees cease to yield sugar , the race ...
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Página 165 - To pass from theological and philosophical truth to the truth of civil business, it will be acknowledged, even by those that practise it not, that clear and round dealing is the honour of man's nature ; and that mixture of falsehood is like alloy in coin of gold and silver, which may make the metal work the better, but it embaseth it...
Página 72 - Again, ye have heard that it hath been said by them of old time, Thou shalt not forswear thyself, but shalt perform unto the Lord thine oaths : but I say unto you, Swear not at all : neither by heaven ; for it is God's throne : nor by the earth ; for it is his footstool...
Página 84 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Página 6 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Página 83 - WE knew it would rain, for all the morn A spirit on slender ropes of mist Was lowering its golden buckets down Into the vapory amethyst Of marshes and swamps and dismal fens, — Scooping the dew that lay in the flowers, Dipping the jewels out of the sea, To sprinkle them over the land in showers.
Página 84 - There is a river in the ocean. In the severest droughts it never fails, and in the mightiest floods it never overflows. Its banks and its bottom are of cold water, while its current is of warm. The Gulf of Mexico is its fountain, and its mouth is in the Arctic Seas.. It is the Gulf Stream.
Página 137 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death \ whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Página 189 - She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Página 143 - With dying hand the rudder held, Till, in his fall, with fateful sway, The steerage of the realm gave way ! Then, while on Britain's thousand plains, One unpolluted church remains, Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around The bloody tocsin's maddening sound, But still, upon the hallow'd day, Convoke the swains to praise and pray ; While faith and civil peace are dear, Grace this cold marble with a tear, He who preserved them, PITT, lies here...
Página 189 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.