The book of birthdays, Թողարկում 339 |
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The perfection of life does not depend on its length : - It is not growing like a tree In bulk , doth make men better be ; Or standing long an oak , three hundred year , To fall a log at last , dry , bald , and sear .
The perfection of life does not depend on its length : - It is not growing like a tree In bulk , doth make men better be ; Or standing long an oak , three hundred year , To fall a log at last , dry , bald , and sear .
Էջ 67
The perfection of life does not depend on its length : - It is not growing like a tree In bulk , doth make men better be ; Or standing long an oak , three hundred year , To fall a log at last , dry , bald , and sear .
The perfection of life does not depend on its length : - It is not growing like a tree In bulk , doth make men better be ; Or standing long an oak , three hundred year , To fall a log at last , dry , bald , and sear .
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angels anniversary appear babe bear beauty birth birthday bless born breath bright bring cheer child Christmas close crown dance dark dear death deep delight doth dream early earth eyes fair fall fear feel flowers gift give glad glory golden grace grave growing hand happy hast hath head heart heaven honour hope hour King Lady leave life's light lines live look Lord middle mind morning mother nature never night o'er once pain pass past peace pleasure poem poet poor present Prince Queen rest rich ring roses round says seen sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring star sweet sweet baby tears tell thee thine things thou thought tree true truth unto verses voice wife wind wing written young youth
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Էջ xxi - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid...
Էջ 67 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Էջ 106 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Էջ 73 - Open the temple gates unto my love, Open them wide that she may enter in, And all the posts adorn as doth behove, And all the pillars deck with garlands trim, For to receive this Saint with honour due, That cometh in to you. With trembling steps, and humble reverence She cometh in, before th' Almighty's view; Of her ye virgins learn obedience, When so ye come into those holy places, To humble your proud faces : Bring her up to th...
Էջ 164 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Էջ 110 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake. And then strike home!
Էջ xxi - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
Էջ 38 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Էջ xxi - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Էջ 12 - ONE by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall ; Some are coming, some are going ; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
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| Վերնագիր | The book of birthdays, Թողարկում 339 The book of birthdays, Mary Bennett |
| Հեղինակ | Book |
| Editor | Mary Bennett |
| Հրատարակիչ | Dean & Son, 1872 |
| Original from | Օքսֆորդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 9 Օգոստոս 2006 |
| Length | 240 էջ |
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