The Recreations of a Country Parson

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Parker Son and Bourn West Strand, 1861 - 382 էջ
 

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Էջ 293 - Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear To dig the dust enclosed here : Blest be the man that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Էջ 206 - Twill murmur on a thousand years And flow as now it flows. " And here, on this delightful day, I cannot choose but think How oft, a vigorous man, I lay Beside this fountain's brink. " My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirr'd, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
Էջ 319 - For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
Էջ 351 - Thy sun shall no more go down, neither shall thy moon withdraw itself: for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended.
Էջ 320 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Էջ 350 - And it shall come to pass in that day, that the light shall not be clear, nor dark: but it shall be one day which shall be known to the Lord, not day, nor night: but it shall come to pass, that at evening time it shall be light.
Էջ 238 - Thee; for Thou hast formed us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they find rest in Thee.
Էջ 313 - Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Էջ 312 - Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name. Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that virtue filled the space between ; Proved by the ends of being to have been.
Էջ 237 - Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.

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