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Page 121 - ... promises, kindly stepped in, and carried him away, to where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest ! It is during the time that we lived on this farm, that my little story is most eventful.
Page 81 - Which of ye, worthy seamen, will take this Quaker maid ? In the Isle of fair Barbadoes, or on Virginia's shore, You may hold her at a higher price than Indian girl or Moor.
Page 82 - Fiercely he drew his bridle-rein, and turned in silence back, And sneering priest and baffled clerk rode murmuring in his track. Hard after them the sheriff looked in bitterness of soul, Thrice smote his staff upon the ground, and crushed his parchment roll ; " Good friends," he said, " since both have fled, the ruler and the priest, Judge ye if from their further work I be not well released.
Page 49 - Refrain from these men, and let them alone: for if this counsel or this work be of men, it will come to nought: But if it be of God, ye cannot overthrow it; lest haply ye be found even to fight against God.
Page 79 - Why sit'st thou here, Cassandra?— Bethink thee with what mirth Thy happy schoolmates gather around the warm bright hearth; How the crimson shadows tremble on foreheads white and fair, On eyes of merry girlhood, half hid in golden hair. "Not for thee the hearth-fire brightens, not for thee kind words are spoken, Not for thee the nuts of Wenham woods by laughing boys are broken, No first-fruits of the orchard within thy lap are laid, For thee no flowers of autumn the youthful hunters braid.
Page 82 - Oh, at that hour the very earth seemed changed beneath my eye, A holier wonder round me rose the blue walls of the sky, A lovelier light on rock and hill and stream and woodland lay, And softer lapsed on sunnier sands the waters of the bay. Thanksgiving to the Lord of life! to Him all praises be, Who from the hands of evil men hath set his handmaid free...
Page 247 - Spirit ! thy labour is o'er ! Thy term of probation is run, Thy steps are now bound for the untrodden shore, And the race of immortals begun. Spirit ! look not on the strife Or the pleasures of earth with regret— Pause not on the threshold of limitless life. To mourn for the day that is set. Spirit ! no fetters can bind, No wicked have power to molest ; There the weary, like thee — the wretched, shall find A haven — a mansion of rest.
Page 53 - ... the wrong or right He rather felt than saw. He felt that wrong with wrong partakes, That nothing stands alone, That whoso gives the motive, makes His brother's sin his own. And, pausing not for doubtful choice Of evils great or small, He listened to that inward voice Which called away from all.
Page 82 - God bless thee, and preserve thee, my gentle girl and dear!" A weight seemed lifted from my heart, a pitying friend was nigh, I felt it in his hard, rough hand, and saw it in his eye; .And when again the sheriff spoke, that voice, so kind to me, Growled back its stormy answer like the roaring of the sea: "Pile my ship with bars of silver — pack with coins of Spanish gold, From keel-piece up to deck plank, the roomage of her hold, By the living God who made me!