The Harvest of a Quiet Eye. Leisure Thoughts for Busy LivesReligious Tract Society, 1867 - 301 páginas |
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... growth and life , and decay and death . For instance , with regard to these threshold musings , how often , ere we shall have passed on so far in life's journey , that we stand on the threshold of the next state , how often do we pause ...
... growth and life , and decay and death . For instance , with regard to these threshold musings , how often , ere we shall have passed on so far in life's journey , that we stand on the threshold of the next state , how often do we pause ...
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... growth that used to fade at the first footfall of their advent . And so the sweetbriar roses , red and burning , and their paler sisters with unscented leaves , and the clematis snow , and the honey- suckle clusters , and the meadow ...
... growth that used to fade at the first footfall of their advent . And so the sweetbriar roses , red and burning , and their paler sisters with unscented leaves , and the clematis snow , and the honey- suckle clusters , and the meadow ...
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... growth of lichen , cool as the bloom on a greengage , against the pale orange which still lingers in ragged patches upon the six - feet stalks of last year's bracken . Certainly there is , all around us in the wood , much material for ...
... growth of lichen , cool as the bloom on a greengage , against the pale orange which still lingers in ragged patches upon the six - feet stalks of last year's bracken . Certainly there is , all around us in the wood , much material for ...
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... growth that seemed comically like whiskers , at the base of the elms and the lindens , has changed into a surprise of glorified green ; the low shoots from the stump of the old oak - tree in the hedge bring out their wealth of soft ...
... growth that seemed comically like whiskers , at the base of the elms and the lindens , has changed into a surprise of glorified green ; the low shoots from the stump of the old oak - tree in the hedge bring out their wealth of soft ...
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... growth of the heart . It is pleasanter to speak a painful word , to perform a painful duty , in those moods when the uplifted heart almost exults at having it to do . It is nothing to deny ourselves when some gleam of heaven has so ...
... growth of the heart . It is pleasanter to speak a painful word , to perform a painful duty , in those moods when the uplifted heart almost exults at having it to do . It is nothing to deny ourselves when some gleam of heaven has so ...
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Página 136 - All things come alike to all: there is one event to the righteous and to the wicked; to the good, and to the clean, and to the unclean; to him that sacrificeth, and to him that sacrificeth not: as is the good, so is the sinner; and he that sweareth, as he that feareth an oath.
Página 90 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Página 90 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 134 - As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth : For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Página 53 - Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Página 50 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 253 - He giveth snow like wool : he scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes. He casteth forth his ice like morsels : who can stand before his cold ? He sendeth out his word, and melteth them : he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Página 116 - Lo! in the middle of the wood, The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud With winds upon the branch, and there Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep'd at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air.
Página 135 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou earnest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
Página 16 - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living present! Heart within, and GOD o'erhead!