BorrowingsWilliam Doxey, 1891 - 83 pages |
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... sweet music to the goal Where kindred hands stretch out to thine and mine . -J . S. Woods . There are a thousand hacking at the hranches of evil , to one who is striking at the root . -Thoreau . If you loved only what were worth your ...
... sweet music to the goal Where kindred hands stretch out to thine and mine . -J . S. Woods . There are a thousand hacking at the hranches of evil , to one who is striking at the root . -Thoreau . If you loved only what were worth your ...
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... sweet , some bitter lessons , none Wiser than this , to spend in all things else , But of old friends to be most miserly . -Lowell . No two things differ more than hurry and dispatch . Hurry is the mark of a weak mind ; dispatch , of a ...
... sweet , some bitter lessons , none Wiser than this , to spend in all things else , But of old friends to be most miserly . -Lowell . No two things differ more than hurry and dispatch . Hurry is the mark of a weak mind ; dispatch , of a ...
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... sweet ! Frost - bite , and blast , and heat , Blind drought , cold rains , must all grow wearisome , Ere one could put away Their leafy garb for aye , And let death come . Rather this wayside flower ! To live its happy hour Of balmy air ...
... sweet ! Frost - bite , and blast , and heat , Blind drought , cold rains , must all grow wearisome , Ere one could put away Their leafy garb for aye , And let death come . Rather this wayside flower ! To live its happy hour Of balmy air ...
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... . O that the loving woman , she who sat So long a listener at her Master's feet , Had left us Mary's Gospel , -all she heard Too sweet , too subtle for the ear of man ! -Holmes . ONE WEEK . " Gone for just a week , 44.
... . O that the loving woman , she who sat So long a listener at her Master's feet , Had left us Mary's Gospel , -all she heard Too sweet , too subtle for the ear of man ! -Holmes . ONE WEEK . " Gone for just a week , 44.
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... sweet accord , Answered , " The names of those who love the Lord . " " And is mine one ? " said Abou . " Nay , not so , " Replied the angel . — Abou spoke more low , But cheerily still ; and said , “ I pray thee , then , Write me as one ...
... sweet accord , Answered , " The names of those who love the Lord . " " And is mine one ? " said Abou . " Nay , not so , " Replied the angel . — Abou spoke more low , But cheerily still ; and said , “ I pray thee , then , Write me as one ...
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Page 69 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 9 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Page 67 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 50 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea.
Page 60 - Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ? " — The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 38 - If a man can write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mousetrap than his neighbor, though he builds his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.
Page 25 - But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.
Page 74 - THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
Page 24 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Page 48 - ... Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more ; So .Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand...