Selections from the Poems and Letters of Bernard Barton

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Hall, Virtue, and Company, 1849 - 363 páginas
 

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Página 279 - And the barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil fail, according to the word of the LORD, which he spake by Elijah.
Página 79 - Condemn'd to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts, or slow decline, Our social comforts drop away.
Página 187 - But thou, when thou fastest, anoint thine head, and wash thy face, That thou appear not unto men to fast, but unto thy Father which is in secret : and thy Father which seeth in secret, shall reward thee openly.
Página xx - Keep to your bank, and the bank will keep you. Trust not to the public : you may hang, starve, drown yourself for anything that worthy personage cares. I bless every star that Providence, not seeing good to make me independent, has seen it next good to settle me upon the stable foundation of Leadenhall.
Página 63 - And John answered and said, Master, we saw one casting out devils in thy name ; and we forbade him, because he followeth not with us. 50 And Jesus said unto him, Forbid him not : for he that is not against us, is for us.
Página xix - If you have but five consolatory minutes between the desk and the bed, make much of them, and live a century in them, rather than turn slave to the booksellers. They are Turks and Tartars when they have poor authors at their beck . Hitherto you have been at arm's length from them. Come not within their grasp. I have known many authors...
Página xx - Tis a pretty appendage to a situation like yours or mine, but a slavery worse than all slavery to be a bookseller's...
Página 104 - When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go— but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruin'd pile ; And, home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! ii.
Página 214 - And he said unto him, Say now unto her, Behold, thou hast been careful for us with all this care ; what is to be done for thee ? wouldest thou be spoken for to the king, or to the captain of the host? And she answered, I dwell among mine own people.
Página 270 - LAMP of our feet, whereby we trace Our path when wont to stray ; Stream from the fount of heavenly grace, Brook by the traveller's way :— 2 Bread of our souls, whereon we feed, True manna from on high ; Our guide and chart, wherein we read Of realms beyond the sky.

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