THE LIFE AND LETTERS OF FRANCES BARONESS BUNSEN

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Seite 128 - So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Seite 1 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Seite 120 - ... fecisti nos ad te et inquietum est cor nostrum, donee requiescat in te.
Seite 266 - Greatness and goodness are not means but ends ! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man ? Three treasures,- love and light, And calm thoughts regular as infant's breath : And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
Seite 300 - Choose Thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health; Choose Thou my cares for me, My poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small; Be Thou my guide, my strength, My wisdom, and my all.
Seite 35 - Life, I repeat, is energy of love Divine or human ; exercised in pain, In strife, and tribulation ; and ordained, If so approved and sanctified, to pass, Through shades and silent rest, to endless joy.
Seite 266 - How seldom, Friend ! a good great man inherits Honour or wealth, with all his worth and pains ! It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains.
Seite 392 - But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many.
Seite 436 - And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was' not; in enjoyment it expired. No thanks he breathed; he...
Seite 197 - Untergang bedroht. Denn wo die Lieb' erwachet, stirbt Das Ich, der dunkele Despot. Du laß ihn sterben in der Nacht Und atme frei im Morgenrot.

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