Sunday readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. CarpenterJoseph Edwards Carpenter 1866 |
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... feels how short - lived must be his pleasure , and what a price he must pay for it . The thought of the future poisons the present , just as the dark cloud that gathers round the mountain - top makes the sun- light upon the plain seem ...
... feels how short - lived must be his pleasure , and what a price he must pay for it . The thought of the future poisons the present , just as the dark cloud that gathers round the mountain - top makes the sun- light upon the plain seem ...
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... feeling sympathy - with the open current of his warm affection he suffers no interference : of this no man shall be the arbiter . If , then , the shoals and quicksands of the world deprive him of that tran- quil guise and placid look ...
... feeling sympathy - with the open current of his warm affection he suffers no interference : of this no man shall be the arbiter . If , then , the shoals and quicksands of the world deprive him of that tran- quil guise and placid look ...
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... feel our winter summer'd o'er By our son Jo ! Well , well ! a brief space more and we Shall drop , and older cease to grow ; Not many springs we now may see , Soon , soon will come the common foe ; Meantime our fathers ' God be thank'd ...
... feel our winter summer'd o'er By our son Jo ! Well , well ! a brief space more and we Shall drop , and older cease to grow ; Not many springs we now may see , Soon , soon will come the common foe ; Meantime our fathers ' God be thank'd ...
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... feeling , but to encourage in those young per- sons I see before me that love of literature which has afforded me such unspeakable pleasure - pleasure which I would not have been without for all the riches of the Indies . THE POOR MAN'S ...
... feeling , but to encourage in those young per- sons I see before me that love of literature which has afforded me such unspeakable pleasure - pleasure which I would not have been without for all the riches of the Indies . THE POOR MAN'S ...
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... feeling was busy at her heart ; but one look in her mother's pale face decided her , and , untying the strings of her hat , she leaned her head caressingly upon her mother's shoulder . “ You are ill , dear mother ; you are troubled ...
... feeling was busy at her heart ; but one look in her mother's pale face decided her , and , untying the strings of her hat , she leaned her head caressingly upon her mother's shoulder . “ You are ill , dear mother ; you are troubled ...
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Page 116 - If Time be of all Things the most precious, wasting Time must be, as Poor Richard says, the greatest Prodigality; since, as he elsewhere tells us, Lost Time is never found again; and what we call Time enough, always proves little enough...
Page 173 - Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 212 - ... offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid. And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whisper'd praise. At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips...
Page 211 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 135 - Or let him take hold of my strength, that he may make peace with me; and he shall make peace with me.
Page 113 - No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights ; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection — when the sudden anguish and the convulsive agony over the present ruins of all that we most loved is softened away into pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness — who would root out such a sorrow from the heart...
Page 120 - When you have bought one fine thing, you must buy ten more, that your appearance may be all of a piece ; but Poor Dick says, ' It is easier to suppress the first desire, than to satisfy all that follow it.
Page 36 - God might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak tree and the cedar tree, Without a flower at all.
Page 116 - Richard say, one today is worth two tomorrows, and farther, have you somewhat to do tomorrow, do it today. If you were a servant, would you not be ashamed that a good master should catch you idle? Are you then your own master, be ashamed to catch yourself idle, as Poor Dick says.
Page 22 - The tree of deepest root is found Least willing still to quit the ground ; 'Twas therefore said by ancient sages, That love of life increased with years. So much, that in our latter stages, When pains grow sharp and sickness rages, The greatest love of life appears.