A Book for Spare Moments: The Urn and the PageJames Hogg, 1856 - 162 էջ |
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... of the year ; Drummond . First lusty Spring , all dight in leaves of flowers That freshly budded , and new blossoms did bear , In which a thousand birds had built their bowers , That sweetly sung to call forth paramours ; And in 6 The Urn.
... of the year ; Drummond . First lusty Spring , all dight in leaves of flowers That freshly budded , and new blossoms did bear , In which a thousand birds had built their bowers , That sweetly sung to call forth paramours ; And in 6 The Urn.
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... bird that's here to - day , Or like the pearled dew of May ; Or like an hour , or like a span , Or like the singing of a swan , Even such is man : who lives by breath ; Is here , now there , in life and death . The grass withers , the ...
... bird that's here to - day , Or like the pearled dew of May ; Or like an hour , or like a span , Or like the singing of a swan , Even such is man : who lives by breath ; Is here , now there , in life and death . The grass withers , the ...
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... birds with fea- thers and a light airy body : and they all know their times , and are fitted for their work , and regularly acquire the proper end of their creation ; but man , that was de- signed to an immortal duration , and the ...
... birds with fea- thers and a light airy body : and they all know their times , and are fitted for their work , and regularly acquire the proper end of their creation ; but man , that was de- signed to an immortal duration , and the ...
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... birds a season find to sing , The roughest storm a calm may soon allay . Thus , with succeeding turns , God tempereth all , That man may hope to rise , yet fear to fall . A chance may win that by mischance was lost ; That net that holds ...
... birds a season find to sing , The roughest storm a calm may soon allay . Thus , with succeeding turns , God tempereth all , That man may hope to rise , yet fear to fall . A chance may win that by mischance was lost ; That net that holds ...
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... birds do sing , And woods do ring . All creatures have their joy , and man hath his . Yet , if we rightly measure , Man's joy and pleasure Rather hereafter , than in present , is . To this life things of sense Make their pretence : In ...
... birds do sing , And woods do ring . All creatures have their joy , and man hath his . Yet , if we rightly measure , Man's joy and pleasure Rather hereafter , than in present , is . To this life things of sense Make their pretence : In ...
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A Book for Spare Moments: The Urn and the Page (Classic Reprint) Harvey Buckland Դիտել հնարավոր չէ - 2015 |
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Էջ 99 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Էջ 120 - Yet even in the Old Testament, if you listen to David's harp, you shall hear as many hearselike airs as carols ; and the pencil of the Holy Ghost hath laboured more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.
Էջ 47 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Էջ 118 - Implore his aid, in his decisions rest, Secure whate'er he gives, he gives the best. Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd...
Էջ 102 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Էջ 63 - God; and still, whilo a man tells the story, the sun gets up higher, till he shows a fair face and a full light, and then he shines one whole day, under a cloud often, and sometimes weeping great and little showers, and sets quickly. So is a man's reason and his life.
Էջ 99 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : ' Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings ; It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Էջ 151 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Էջ 79 - With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him.
Էջ 90 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.