BorrowingsWilliam Doxey, 1891 - 83 páginas |
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... lie too deep for tears . -Wordsworth . Silently one by one , in the infinite meadows of heaven , Blossomed the lovely stars , the forget - me - nots of the angels . -Longfellow For good ye are , and bad , and like to coin , Some true ...
... lie too deep for tears . -Wordsworth . Silently one by one , in the infinite meadows of heaven , Blossomed the lovely stars , the forget - me - nots of the angels . -Longfellow For good ye are , and bad , and like to coin , Some true ...
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... lies down on his couch to sleep , Content to lock each sense in slumber deep , Knows God will keep . Whoever says " to - morrow , " " the unknown , ' " The future , " trusts unto that Power alone He dares disown " " The heart that looks ...
... lies down on his couch to sleep , Content to lock each sense in slumber deep , Knows God will keep . Whoever says " to - morrow , " " the unknown , ' " The future , " trusts unto that Power alone He dares disown " " The heart that looks ...
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... lies with those who have the wider vision . -George Eliot . " A poplar leaf hides our view of the sun ; the slight substance of an earthly care may hide from us the immense and radiant God . " To smile at the jest which plants a thorn ...
... lies with those who have the wider vision . -George Eliot . " A poplar leaf hides our view of the sun ; the slight substance of an earthly care may hide from us the immense and radiant God . " To smile at the jest which plants a thorn ...
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... lie In years , too much of bitter for the sweet ! Frost - bite , and blast , and heat , Blind drought , cold rains , must all grow wearisome , Ere one could put away Their leafy garb for aye , And let death come . Rather this wayside ...
... lie In years , too much of bitter for the sweet ! Frost - bite , and blast , and heat , Blind drought , cold rains , must all grow wearisome , Ere one could put away Their leafy garb for aye , And let death come . Rather this wayside ...
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... pass through them , they prove to be many- colored lenses which paint the world their own hue , and each shows only what lies in its focus . 35 LIBRÂ OF THE Emerson . UNIVERSITY God's finger touched him , and he slept . -Tennyson.
... pass through them , they prove to be many- colored lenses which paint the world their own hue , and each shows only what lies in its focus . 35 LIBRÂ OF THE Emerson . UNIVERSITY God's finger touched him , and he slept . -Tennyson.
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ABOU BEN ADHEM Alice Cary angel beauty Beecher better blossoms blue Bovee bring you peace Browning C. W. Wendte Canon Farrar Carlyle cloud comfort Coolbrith creed dare deed divine dream E. R. Sill Emerson eternal fairer faith feel flower Forenoon George Eliot George Macdonald give God's Goethe grow happy heaven Helen Hunt Herbert Spencer hope Horatio Stebbins human heart infinite Ingersoll James Freeman Clarke Jean Paul La Rochefoucauld language life's light little birds sang little things live Longfellow look Lord Lowell Macbeth man's Margaret Fuller Merchant of Venice mind morning never night noble NUMBER OLD WITH NATURE perfect Robert Browning Rochefoucauld root Ruskin silence slept smile song soul spirit star string sublime sweet sword Talmud tears Tennyson thee Thine Thoreau thorns Thou thought toil trust truth UNIVERSITY CALIFORNIA Victor Hugo Whittier words Wordsworth worth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 69 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Página 9 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Página 67 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Página 50 - 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.
Página 60 - Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ? " — The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 38 - If a man can write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mousetrap than his neighbor, though he builds his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.
Página 25 - But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.
Página 74 - THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
Página 24 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Página 48 - ... Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more ; So .Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand...