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Página 137 - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound.
Página 137 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back, at that short space, Could see a glimpse of his bright face; When on some gilded cloud, or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Página 66 - Not to covet nor desire other men's goods ; but to learn and labour truly to get mine own living, and to do my duty in that state of life, unto which it shall please God to call me.
Página 72 - If in this life only we have hope in CHRIST, we are of all men most miserable. But now is CHRIST risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept.
Página 61 - Strong hands raised him, voices strong Spoke within his ears; Ah! his dreams had softer tongue, Neither now he hears. One more gone for England's sake Where so many go. Lying down, without complaint, Dying in the snow; Starving, striving for her sake, Dying in the snow.
Página 55 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar stairs That slope through darkness up to God. "I stretch lame hands of faith and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Página 60 - Leave me, comrades, here I drop ; No, sir, take them on ; All are wanted, none should stop ; Duty must be done. Those whose guard you take will find me, As they pass below." So the soldier spoke, and staggering, Fell amid the snow. And ever on the dreary heights Down came the snow. " Men, it must be as he asks ; Duty must be done ; Far too few for half our tasks ; We can spare not one. Wrap him in this ; I need it less ; Fear not...
Página 326 - Full short his journey was ; no dust Of earth unto his sandals clave ; The weary weight that old men must, He bore not to the grave. He seemed a cherub who had lost his way And wandered hither, so his stay With us was short, and 'twas most meet That he should be no delver in earth's clod, Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet To stand before his God: O blest word — Evermore ! THE SIRENS.
Página 62 - But his dreams had softer tongue: — neither now he hears! One more gone, for England's sake, where so many go — Lying down without complaint — dying in the snow!
Página 61 - O'er his features, as he lies, Calms the wrench of pain : Close, faint eyes ; pass, cruel skies, Freezing mountain plain. With far soft sounds the stillness teems ; Church-bells, — voices low, Passing into English dreams There amid the snow, And darkening, thickening o'er the heights Down fell the snow.