 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1886 - Страниц: 548
...nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground. CHRISTIAN LOVE. WHILOM Love was like a fire, an* warmth and comfort it bespoke ; But, alas ! it now...frogs are croaking, kindle but a torch's fire, Ha I how soon they all are silent ! Thus Truth silences the liar. RHYMES. IF perhaps these rhymes of mine... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1883 - Страниц: 320
...CHRISTIAN LOVE. WHILOM Love was like a fire, and warmth and comfort it bespoke ; But, alas ! it now in quenched, and only bites us. like the smoke. ART AND...night the frogs are croaking, kindle but a torch's tire, Ha '. how soon they all are silent ! Thus Truth silences the liar. RHYMES. IF perhaps these rhymes... | |
 | William Walters - 1883 - Страниц: 208
...Nemesis which tracks the path of the evil-doer will overtake and punish. Just retribution is sure : — " Though the mills of GOD grind slowly, yet they grind...He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all." To return, prosperity is a legitimate object of pursuit. Every man, when setting out in life, and all... | |
 | 1883 - Страниц: 354
...how unceasingly active ! — a machine, however, not a force ; and thus we are reminded that — " Though the mills of God grind slowly, Yet they grind...He stands waiting, With exactness grinds He all."* The action of the sea seldom produces violent changes on a large scale ; it encroaches on the coast... | |
 | Alfred Hix Welsh - 1883 - Страниц: 586
...Greek poet; ' The mills of the gods grind late, but they grind fine ; ' and Longfellow's paraphrase : 'Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind...He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.' 'What were I, Love, if I were stripped of thec, If thine eyes shut me out whereby I live, Thou who... | |
 | Otis Henry Tiffany - 1883 - Страниц: 954
...gave enough to any. (Sir John Harrington. Fortune comes well to all that comes not late. (Longfellow. Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind...patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all. (Friederieh von Logau. But, O vain boast, Who can control his fata. (Shakespeare. Turn, turn my wheel... | |
 | Voice, J. E. - 1883 - Страниц: 212
...serene mind ; but he who follows the pleasures of it meets with nothing but remorse and confusion. Retribution. Though the mills of God grind slowly,...patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds them id 1, Retribution of sin. A story is told of an ancient heathen who made a wonderful cup. When... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1883 - Страниц: 356
...warmth and comfort it bespoke ; But, alas ! it now is quenched, and only bites us, like the smoUe. ART AND TACT. INTELLIGENCE and courtesy not always...a wooden house a golden room we find. RETRIBUTION. TlIOVGIl the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands... | |
 | Familiar quotations - 1883 - Страниц: 942
...be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.1 Ibid. FRIEDRICII VON LOGAU. 1604-1655. Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind...patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds lie all. Retribution. From the SinnytJichtt.* Man-like is it to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to... | |
 | Frederick William Hackwood - 1883 - Страниц: 224
...blossom, and last of all the desired fruit. And quote Longfellow in support : — " Though the ™ni« of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;...he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all." Class to repeat the proverb simultaneously. Apply it. (3) Illustrations: — Wilberforce, patiently... | |
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THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all. 
