A Book for Spare Moments: The Urn and the PageJames Hogg, 1856 - 162 էջ |
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... darkness . And blessed be the memory of those , his faithful servants , who have left their blood , their spirits , their lives in these precious papers ; and have willingly wasted themselves into these enduring monuments to give light ...
... darkness . And blessed be the memory of those , his faithful servants , who have left their blood , their spirits , their lives in these precious papers ; and have willingly wasted themselves into these enduring monuments to give light ...
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... darkness closest weary eyes , Saying to man , it doth suffice : Henceforth repose , your work is done . Thus in thy ebony box Thou dost enclose us , till the day Put our amendment in our way , And give new wheels to our disorder'd ...
... darkness closest weary eyes , Saying to man , it doth suffice : Henceforth repose , your work is done . Thus in thy ebony box Thou dost enclose us , till the day Put our amendment in our way , And give new wheels to our disorder'd ...
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... blood ; The couch of time , care's balm and bay : The week were dark , but for thy light ; Thy torch doth show the way . The other days and thou Make up one man ; 12 The Urn An Autumn Morning Fair Days; or, Dawn's Deceitful Sunday.
... blood ; The couch of time , care's balm and bay : The week were dark , but for thy light ; Thy torch doth show the way . The other days and thou Make up one man ; 12 The Urn An Autumn Morning Fair Days; or, Dawn's Deceitful Sunday.
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... profess to make others burn brighter , must " take heed that the light that is in them be not darkness . " THE WORLD A HIVE . The world's a hive , 17 and the Page . The Dew and the Small Rain Life a Shadow Precept and Practice.
... profess to make others burn brighter , must " take heed that the light that is in them be not darkness . " THE WORLD A HIVE . The world's a hive , 17 and the Page . The Dew and the Small Rain Life a Shadow Precept and Practice.
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... darkness , and there are exterminating angels , that fly wrapped up in the curtains of immateriality and an ... dark , and the land of forgetfulness . Infancy hath life but in effigy , or like a spark dwelling in a pile of wood ...
... darkness , and there are exterminating angels , that fly wrapped up in the curtains of immateriality and an ... dark , and the land of forgetfulness . Infancy hath life but in effigy , or like a spark dwelling in a pile of wood ...
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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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angels anger beauty behold bird Bishop blessed bliss body breath bright Christ Christianity church clouds conscience death deformity delight divine dost doth Drayton earth eternal eternal majesty eyes fair faith fear flower give glory God's grace hand happy hath hear hearers heart heaven heavenly Hee wyll Herbert Herrick holy honour hope IRRELIGION Jeremy Taylor journey's end king labour light LIP-LABOUR live lively colours Lord majesty man's memory mercy mind morning mortal nature nature's never ornainent ourselves ourselves to know pain Paraclete pleasure poor praise pray prayer preaching preter rejoice religion rich SABBATH Selden sense sermons shade Sir Philip Sydney Sir Thomas Wyatt sorrows soul Spenser spirit strong sweet Sweet day tears thee thine things Thomas Fuller Thomas Hudson thou hast thoughts tion true UNHAPPY DIVISION virtue weeping wherein wisdom wise
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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.