A Memorial of the Town of Hampstead, New Hampshire: Historic and Genealogic Sketches, Volum 1

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George B. Reed, 1899 - 1308 pāgines
 

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Pāgina 275 - See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me : I kill, and I make alive ; I wound and I heal ; neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand.
Pāgina 70 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Pāgina 174 - This day is call'd the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Pāgina 174 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian : ' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say ' These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day...
Pāgina 74 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Pāgina 366 - Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from their labors, and their works do follow them!
Pāgina 311 - As you are now, so once was I. As I am now so you must be. Prepare for death and follow me.
Pāgina 74 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Pāgina 174 - It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive.
Pāgina 325 - Go to the grave : — no, take thy seat above ; Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love, And open vision for the written word.