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Seite 364 - And the children of Israel did so and gathered, some more, some less. And when they did mete it with an omer, he that gathered much had nothing over, and he that gathered little had no lack; they gathered every man according to his eating.
Seite 264 - Sir, I love the acquaintance of young people ; because, in the first place, I don't like to think myself growing old. In the next place, young acquaintances must last longest, if they do last ; and then, Sir, young men have more virtue than old men ; they have more generous sentiments in every respect.
Seite 174 - O Land ! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Land ;
Seite 187 - who was dead, and is alive again ; — who was lost,
Seite 311 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian. Whose portal we call Death.
Seite 16 - Even the bright extremes of joy Bring on conclusions of disgust, Like the sweet blossoms of the May, Whose fragrance ends in must. Oh, give her, then, her tribute just, Her sighs, and tears, and musings holy ! There is no music in the life That sounds with idiot laughter solely ; There's not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in Melancholy.
Seite 264 - But mankind — the race would perish did they cease to aid each other. — From the time that the mother binds the child's head, till the moment that some kind assistant wipes the death-damp from the brow of the dying, we cannot exist without mutual help. All, therefore, that need aid, have right to ask it of their fellow-mortals ; no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.
Seite 311 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Seite 121 - He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure ; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure...
Seite 264 - It is a sad reflection, but a true one, that I knew almost as much at eighteen as I do now.

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