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Стр. 343 - I made them lay their hands in mine and swear To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ...
Стр. 495 - Peter said unto him, Though I should die with thee, yet will I not deny thee.
Стр. 236 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Стр. 6 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God.
Стр. 361 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Стр. 465 - Teach me thy patience; still with thee In closer, dearer company, In work that keeps faith sweet and strong, In trust that triumphs over wrong, In hope that sends a shining ray Far down the future's broadening way, In peace that only thou canst give, With thee, O Master, let me live!
Стр. 465 - O MASTER, let me walk with Thee In lowly paths of service free ; Tell me Thy secret ; help me bear The strain of toil, the fret of care. 2 Help me the slow of heart to move By some clear winning word of love ; Teach me the wayward feet to stay, And guide them in the homeward way.
Стр. 227 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.