Letters to my pupils: with narrative and biographical sketches

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R. Carter, 1853 - Drama - 341 pages
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Page 123 - Pr'ythee, lead me in: There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own.
Page 199 - My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass : Because I will publish the name of the Lord: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.
Page 236 - ... that peace So dove-like, settling o'er a soul that loved Earth and its pleasures? Whence that angel smile, With which the allurements of a world so dear Were counted and...
Page 85 - A childhood passed with a due mixture of rational indulgence, under fond and wise parents, diffuses over the whole of life, a feeling of calm pleasure; and, in extreme old age, is the very last remembrance which time can erase from the mind of man. No enjoyment, however inconsiderable, is confined to the present moment. A man is the happier for life, from...
Page 295 - A rise in blessing ! with the patriarch's joy, Thy call I follow to the land unknown ; I trust in thee, and know in whom I trust ; Or life, or death, is equal ; neither weighs : All weight in this — O let me live to thee ! Tho' nature's terrors, thus, may be represt ; Still frowns grim Death ; guilt points the tyrant's spear.
Page 275 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Page 218 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God, in his wise Providence, to take out of this world the Soul of our deceased Brother, we therefore commit his Body to the ground ; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust : looking for the general resurrection in the last Day, and the Life of the World to come...
Page 260 - Sisters ! there's music here ; From countless harps it flows, Throughout this bright celestial sphere. Nor pause nor discord knows. The seal is melted from my ear By love divine, And what through life I pined to hear, Is mine ! Is mine ! The warbling of an ever-tuneful choir, And the full deep response of David's sacred lyre.
Page 261 - twas so sweet to rest Upon thy gently guiding arm, thy sympathizing breast, 'Tis better here to be. No disappointments shroud The angel-bowers of joy, Our knowledge hath no cloud, Our pleasures no alloy, The fearful word to part Is never breathed above, Heaven hath no broken heart — Call me not hence, my love.
Page 256 - Beloved, follow not that which is evil, but that which is good. He that doeth good is of God : but he that doeth evil hath not seen God.

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