Rutledge

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Derby & Jackson, 1860 - Всего страниц: 504
 

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Стр. 206 - Tiber! father Tiber! To whom the Romans pray, A Roman's life, a Roman's arms, Take thou in charge this day ! ' So he spake, and speaking sheathed The good sword by his side, And with his harness on his back Plunged headlong in the tide.
Стр. 83 - And Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed ? but where are the nine ? There are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this stranger.
Стр. 483 - William returned with Joe to London, leaving Ted full of spirit for his trades ; and received under the Curate's care to learn that which hath the promise, not only of the life that now is, but of that which is to come.
Стр. 81 - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife — More plentiful than hope.
Стр. 40 - WE scatter seeds with careless hand, And dream we ne'er shall see them more ; But for a thousand years Their fruit appears, In weeds that mar the land, Or healthful store. The deeds we do, the words we say, — Into still air they seem to fleet, We count them ever past ; But they shall last, — In the dread judgment they And we shall meet.
Стр. 189 - What is this passing scene? A peevish April day! A little sun — a little rain, And then night sweeps along the plain. And all things fade away.
Стр. 394 - When will the dancers leave her alone? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Стр. 401 - Man! while in thy early years,. How prodigal of time! Mis-spending all thy precious hours Thy glorious, youthful prime! Alternate Follies take the sway; Licentious Passions burn; Which tenfold force gives Nature's law, That Man was made to mourn.
Стр. 4 - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose.
Стр. 373 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...

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