Better Days for Working People

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Alexander Strahan, 1865 - 268 páginas

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Página viii - All murdered : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Página 38 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Página viii - For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings : How some have been deposed; some slain in war...
Página 209 - BEHOLD, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron's 116 beard : that went down to the skirts of his garments; As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.
Página 64 - Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh ; not with eyeservice, as menpleasers ; but in singleness of heart, fearing God...
Página 212 - Leave to enjoy myself. That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels ; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account ; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
Página 189 - Fierce passions shook me like a reed ; Yet, ere at night I slept, That soft hand made my bosom bleed, And down I fell, and wept.
Página 185 - turning of the hearts of the fathers to the children, and of the children to the fathers," is declared to be necessary, else God would come and " smite the earth with a curse.
Página 8 - My loved, my honoured, much respected friend ! No mercenary bard his homage pays ; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's...
Página 52 - Ho ! all who labour, all who strive, Ye wield a lofty power ; Do with your might, do with your strength, Fill every golden hour ! The glorious privilege to do, Is man's most noble dower. Oh ! to your birthright and yourselves, To your own souls be true ! A weary, wretched life is theirs, Who have no work to do.

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