The parent's high commission

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HJ. Hatchard and Son, 1843 - 198 páginas
 

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Página 174 - I was made a member of Christ, a child of God, and an inheritor of the kingdom of heaven.
Página 184 - Tis to have Attentive and believing faculties; To go abroad rejoicing in the joy Of beautiful and well-created things ; To love the voice of waters, and the sheen Of silver fountains leaping to the sea ; To thrill with the rich melody of birds, Living their life of music ; to be glad In the gay sunshine, reverent in the storm ; To see a beauty in the stirring leaf, And find calm thoughts beneath the whispering tree; To see, and hear, and breathe the evidence Of God's deep wisdom in the natural world...
Página 29 - Unmixed with drops of bitter, which Neglect Or Temper sheds into thy crystal cup. Thou art the nurse of Virtue. In thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born, and destined to the skies again.
Página 123 - Virtue, for ever frail, as fair, below, Her tender nature suffers in the crowd, Nor touches on the world, without a stain : The world's infectious ; few bring back at eve, Immaculate, the manners of the morn.
Página 171 - Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! A beam ethereal, sullied, and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonored, still divine! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! A frail child of dust! Helpless immortal ! Insect infinite ! A worm! A god! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost.
Página 139 - Pigmies are pigmies still, though perched on Alps, And pyramids are pyramids in vales.
Página 56 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Página 172 - To fly at infinite, and reach it there, Where seraphs gather immortality, On life's fair tree, fast by the throne of God.
Página 153 - WE SHALL go forth together. There will come Alike the day of trial unto all. And the rude world will buffet us alike. Temptation hath a music for all ears; And mad ambition trumpeteth to all ; And the ungovernable thought within Will be in every bosom eloquent: But when the silence and the calm come on. And the high seal of character is set. We shall not all be similar.
Página 33 - tis done— all words are idle — Words from me are vainer still ; But the thoughts we cannot bridle Force their way without the will. Fare thee well ! thus disunited, Torn from every nearer tie, Sear'd in heart, and lone, and blighted. More than this I scarce can die. A SKETCH. ' Honest — honest lago I If that thou be'st a devil. I cAnnot kill thee.

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