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Seite 480 - Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Seite 182 - All school-days friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition...
Seite 480 - The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil : yea, it is even he that shall keep thy soul. 8 The LORD shall preserve thy going out, and thy coming in : from this time forth for evermore.
Seite 480 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure...
Seite 152 - Behold! and look away your low despair— See the light tenants of the barren air: To them, nor stores, nor granaries belong, Nought but the woodland and the pleasing song; Yet, your kind heavenly Father bends his eye On the least wing that flits along the sky; To Him they sing when spring renews the plain, To Him they cry in winter's pinching reign; Nor is their music, nor their plaint in vain : He hears the gay, and the distressful call, And with unsparing bounty fills them all.
Seite 46 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Seite 242 - Though they smile in vain for what once was ours, They are love's last gift — bring ye flowers, pale flowers ! Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer, They are nature's offering, their place is there ! They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part, They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, They break forth in glory — bring flowers, bright flowers ! THE CRUSADER'S RETURN. "Alas! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there,...
Seite 449 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.