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Página 8 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Página 35 - YES, the year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely, — sorely ! The leaves are falling, falling, Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain-passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting solemn masses, Singing ; Pray for this poor soul, Pray, — pray...
Página 78 - And out of the ground the LORD God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air; and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them: and whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof.
Página 3 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Página 177 - tis a lovely thing for youth To walk betimes in wisdom's way, To fear a lie, to speak the truth, That we may trust to all they say ! But liars we can never trust, Tho...
Página 45 - Oh ! the old, old clock, of the household stock Was the brightest thing and neatest; Its hands, though old, had a touch of gold, And its chime rang still the sweetest. 'Twas a monitor, too, though its words were few, Yet they lived, though nations altered ; And its voice, still strong, warned old and young, When the voice of friendship faltered! "Tick, tick...
Página 34 - Within this awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries. Oh ! happiest they of human race, 1*0 whom our God has given grace, To hear, to read, to fear, to pray, To lift the latch, and force the way; But better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Página 8 - ... with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away. In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Página 2 - Write your name in kindness, love and mercy on the hearts of thousands you come in contact with year by year, and you will never be forgotten. No, your name, your deeds, will be as legible on the hearts you leave behind, as the stars on the brow of evening. Good deeds will shine as brightly on the earth as the stars of heaven.