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A. D. T. WHITNEY ALEXANDER SMITH ALICE CARY bear BEECHER better Blessed bring BYRON CARLYLE CHARLES KINGSLEY Christ comfort COWPER crown dead deed divine doth dream duty earth ELLA WHEELER WILCOX EMERSON eternal evil F. W. ROBERTSON faith Father fear feel flower GEORGE ELIOT GEORGE HERBERT give God's GOETHE grief grow hand happy hath heaven hope JEAN INGELOW keep kind life's live LONGFELLOW Lord LOWELL MADAME MADAME DE STAËL man's mercy mind MISS ALCOTT MISS MULOCK never noble O. W. HOLMES one's ourselves OWEN MEREDITH pain peace PHOEBE CARY poor POPE RICHTER ROSE TERRY COOKE secret SHAKESPEARE shine smile sorrow soul speak suffer sweet tears TENNYSON thee thine thing thou hast Thou shalt thoughts true trust truth unto vile a sin walk weep WHEELER WILCOX WHITTIER wise words wrong
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الصفحة 51 - If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
الصفحة 160 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
الصفحة 106 - And now, Israel, what doth the Lord thy God require of thee, but to fear the Lord thy God, to walk in all his ways, and to love him, and to serve the Lord thy God with all thy heart and with all thy soul...
الصفحة 56 - If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work...
الصفحة 8 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
الصفحة 142 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
الصفحة 152 - And he said unto his disciples, Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat; neither for the body, what ye shall put on. 23 The life is more than meat, and the body is more than raiment.
الصفحة 161 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
الصفحة 162 - It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not falL 'PERCHE PENSA?
الصفحة 165 - He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' the centre and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.