Spare Hours, by John Brown

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1884 - 458 páginas
 

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Página 281 - the door, and knock ; if any man open to me, I will come in to him, and sup with him, and he with me." It is the father seeing his son while yet a great way off, and having compassion, and running to him and falling on his neck and kissing
Página 241 - meaning, it answers fully its own sweet purpose. We " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. " O well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play I
Página 429 - Aiken-Drum of our infancy, and of that " drudging goblin," of whom we all know how he " Sweat To earn his cream-bowl daily set, When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn, That ten day lab'rers could not end; Then
Página 398 - if it had been possible, ye would have plucked out your own eyes, and have given them to me." The last words of this passage, " Ye would have plucked out your own eyes, and have given them to me," have usually been taken in a hyperbolical or proverbial sense, as if a merely general meaning was
Página 211 - honor and dishonor, by evil report and good report: as deceivers, and yet true; as unknown, and yet well known ; as dying, and, behold, we live ; as chastened, %nd not killed; as sorrowful, yet alway rejoicing;
Página 430 - And stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And cropful out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings." My readers will, I am sure, more than pardon me foi
Página 397 - Brethren, I beseech you" says the Apostle, " be as 1 am ; for I am as ye are : ye have not injured me at all. Ye know how through infirmity of the flesh I preached the gospel unto you at the first. And my temptation (trial) which was in my flesh ye despised not, nor rejected; but
Página 242 - O well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play I * 0 well for the sailor lad That he sings in his boat on the bay! "And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill! But
Página 242 - sweetly creep Into his study of imagination; And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparelled in more precious habit — More moving delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she lived indeed.
Página 170 - God gives us love; something to love He lends us; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve • Falls off, and love is left alone. This is the curse of time ' — But still — " Tis better to hare loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.

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