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Page 146 - For why ? — because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep who can.
Page 120 - It is right precious to behold The first long surf of climbing light Flood all the thirsty east with gold ; But we, who in the shadow sit, Know also when the day is nigh, Seeing thy shining forehead lit With his inspiring prophecy. Thou hast thine office ; we have ours ; God lacks not early service here, But what are thine eleventh hours He counts with us for morning cheer; Our day, for Him, is long enough, And, when he giveth work to do, The bruised reed is amply tough To pierce the shield of error...
Page 111 - OSce, so plain did the whole thing seem to me. I will not undertake to answer for the rest of the Council, but I doubt whether I was at all more sanguine than the majority.
Page 119 - Shortens to noon's triumphal hour,— While ye sit idle, do ye think The Lord's great work sits...
Page 78 - nobbling " and " roping " are vain, 'Where all run their best, and the best men must win. No dodges we own but strength, courage, and science; Gold rules not the fate of our Isthmian games ; In brutes — tho' the noblest — we place no reliance ; Our racers are men, and our turf is the Thames.
Page 178 - Such lived not in the past alone, But thread to-day the unheeding street. And stairs to Sin and Famine known Sing with the welcome of their feet ; The den they enter grows a shrine, The grimy sash an oriel burns. Their cup of water warms like wine, Their speech is filled from heavenly urns.
Page 119 - Come up, and feel what health there is In the frank Dawn's delighted eyes, As, bending with a pitying kiss, The night-shed tears of Earth she dries ! The Lord wants reapers : O, mount up, Before night comes, and says,