Rural and City Life : Or: The Fortunes of the Stubble Family

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Sampson Low, Son & Marston, 1870 - 436 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 203 - But then I sigh, and with a piece of Scripture, Tell them — that God bids us do good for evil ; And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stolen forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Pàgina 161 - A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser to-day than he was yesterday.
Pàgina 369 - Say, did these fingers delve the mine, Or with its envied rubies shine ? To hew the rock or wear the gem, Can little now avail to them ; But if the page of truth they sought, Or comfort to the mourner brought, These hands a richer meed shall claim Than all that wait on wealth or fame.
Pàgina 365 - Lo, all these things worketh God oftentimes with man, to bring back his soul from the pit, to be enlightened with the light of the living.
Pàgina 369 - Can little now avail to them. But if the page of truth they sought, Or comfort to the mourner brought, These hands a richer meed shall claim Than all that wait on wealth or fame.
Pàgina 172 - And dear to me the winged hour, Spent in thy hallow'd courts, O Lord ! To feel devotion's soothing power, And catch the manna of thy word. And dear to me the loud Amen...
Pàgina 369 - T was a skull Once of ethereal spirit full. This narrow cell was Life's retreat ; This space was Thought's mysterious seat. What beauteous visions filled this spot ! What dreams of pleasure long forgot ! Nor hope, nor joy, nor love, nor fear Has left one trace of record here. Beneath this mouldering canopy Once shone the bright and busy eye : But start not at the dismal void...
Pàgina 172 - Has bound me in its six-days' chain, This bursts them, like the strong man's bands, And lets my spirit loose again.
Pàgina 384 - Could my tears for ever flow, Could my zeal no languor know, These for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and thou alone : In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling.

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