Records of a Quiet Life

Roberts brothers, 1873 - 373 páginas

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Página xiii - They are all gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest, After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days : My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.
Página 321 - The floods have lifted up, O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice ; the floods lift up their waves. The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, yea, than the mighty waves of the sea.
Página 179 - And he saw them toiling in rowing; for the wind was contrary unto them: and about the fourth watch of the night he cometh unto them, walking upon the sea, and would have passed by them.
Página 209 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Página 30 - And though it sometimes seem of its own might Like to an eye of gold to be fix'd there, And firm to hover in that empty height, That only is because it is so light — But in that pomp it doth not long appear ; For when 'tis most admired, in a thought, Because it erst was nought, it turns to nought.
Página 223 - Fear ye not : stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord, which he will show to you this day : for the Egyptians whom ye have seen to-day ye shall see no more again for ever. The Lord shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace.
Página 131 - AN HYMNE OF HEAVENLY LOVE LOVE, lift me up upon thy golden wings, From this base world unto thy heavens hight, ! Where I may see those admirable things Which there thou workest by thy soveraine might, Farre above feeble reach of earthly sight, That I thereof an heavenly Hymne may sing Unto the God of Love, high heavens king. Many lewd layes (ah! woe is me the more!) In praise of that mad fit which fooles call love, I have in th...
Página 198 - My soul hath a desire and longing to enter into the courts of the Lord : my heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.
Página ii - BROTHERS, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. CAMBRIDGE: PRESS OF JOHN WILSON AND SON.
Página 277 - Him who died and rose again ; by keeping ever in mind that we are not our own, but bought with a price...

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