Shining after rain or The sister's vow, Հատոր 1

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Էջ 16 - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in Heaven above.
Էջ 17 - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Finds us farther than to-day.
Էջ 195 - But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone; The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Էջ 59 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest. Hark, my merry comrades call me, sounding on the...
Էջ 124 - Tis sweet, as year by year we lose Friends out of sight, in faith to muse How grows in Paradise our store.
Էջ 201 - Tis caught unquenched on high, Those saintlike brows so hoary Shall wear it in the sky. No smile is like the smile of death, When all good musings past Rise wafted with the parting breath, The sweetest thought the last.
Էջ 108 - He show'd me all the mercy, for he taught me all the sin : Now, though my lamp was lighted late, there's One will let me in : Nor would I now be well, mother, again, if that could be, For my desire is but to pass to Him that died for me.
Էջ 163 - And then the peace that Jesus beams, The life of grace, the death of sin, With nature's placid woods and streams, Is peace without, and peace within. Delightful...
Էջ 125 - How mildly on the wandering cloud The sunset beam is cast ; 'Tis like the memory left behind, When loved ones breathe their last.
Էջ 32 - LADY Clara Vere de Vere, Of me you shall not win renown : You thought to break a country heart For pastime, ere you went to town. At me you smiled, but unbeguiled I saw the snare, and I retired : The daughter of a hundred Earls, You are not one to be desired. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, I know you proud to bear your name, Your pride is yet no mate for mine, Too proud to care from whence I came. Nor would I break for your sweet sake...

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