Love's labour not lostIrish Temperance League, 1863 - 224 pàgines |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 47 - If an ox gore a man or a woman, that they die : then the ox shall be surely stoned, and his flesh shall not be eaten ; but the owner of the ox shall be quit.
Pàgina 54 - Merciful Heaven ! Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle. 0 but man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep.
Pàgina 169 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Pàgina 127 - Gold! gold! gold! gold! Good or bad a thousand-fold ! How widely its agencies vary — To save — to ruin — to curse — to bless — As even its minted coins express, Now stamped with the image of good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.
Pàgina 16 - Tis not for man to trifle ! Life is brief, And sin is here. Our age is but the falling of a leaf, A dropping tear. We have no time to sport away the hours, All must be earnest in a world like ours.
Pàgina 163 - I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd—. How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet.
Pàgina 24 - So teach us to number our days : that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. 13 Turn thee again, O Lord, at the last : and be gracious unto thy servants. 14 O satisfy us with thy mercy, and that soon : so shall we rejoice and be glad all the days of our life. 15 Comfort us again now after the time that thou hast plagued us : and for the years wherein we have suffered adversity.
Pàgina 134 - And there shall be signs in the sun and in the moon and in the stars, and upon the earth distress of nations with perplexity, the sea and the waves roaring, men's hearts failing them for fear and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth ; for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.
Pàgina 65 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths ; In feelings, not in figxires on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
Pàgina 43 - On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you.