Novels and tales, Volumen3 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 69 - Ephraim shall say, What have I to do any more with idols ? I have heard him, and observed him : I am like a green fir tree. From me is thy fruit found.
Página 545 - ALL people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell ; Come ye before him and rejoice.
Página 394 - She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lip, and a tear in her eye.
Página 62 - For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things. Beloved, if our heart condemn us not, then have we confidence towards God.
Página 18 - Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control, That o'er thee swell and throng; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. " But he who lets his feelings run In soft, luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. " Faith's meanest deed more favour bears, Where hearts and wills are weighed, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour and fade.
Página 315 - And the harbour bar be moaning. Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come home to the town ; For men must work and women must weep, And the sooner 'tis over, the sooner to sleep, And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.
Página 118 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things : — We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art ; Close up those barren leaves ; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
Página 65 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Página 58 - The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground : yea, I have a goodly heritage.
Página 109 - Ere her leaf can cast a shade. Though the rudest hand assail her, Patiently she droops awhile ; But when showers and breezes hail her, Wears again her willing smile. Thus I learn contentment's power From the slighted willow bower, Ready to give thanks and live On the least that Heaven may give.