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Page 267 - My prime of youth is but a frost of cares; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain; My crop of corn is but a field of tares; And all my good is but vain hope of gain.
Page 274 - And his lord was wroth, and delivered him to the tormentors, till he should pay all that was due unto him. "So likewise shall my heavenly Father do also unto you, if ye from your hearts forgive not every one his brother their trespasses.
Page 129 - Ah ! what would the world be to us If the children were no more ? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.
Page 300 - We give thee hearty thanks, for that it hath pleased thee to deliver this our brother out of the miseries of this sinful world...
Page 285 - Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her.
Page 140 - And if one or two quick tears Dropped upon his glossy ears Or a sigh came double, Up he sprang in eager haste, Fawning, fondling, breathing fast In a tender trouble.
Page 129 - Spake thro' the limbs and in the voice — I knew For one of those who eat in Arthur's hall; For good ye are and bad, and like to coins, Some true, some light, but every one of you Stamp'd with the image of the King; and now Tell me, what drove thee from the Table Round, My brother? was it earthly passion crost?" "Nay," said the knight; "for no such passion mine.
Page 182 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Page 113 - LOVING friend, the gift of one Who her own true faith has run Through thy lower nature, Be my benediction said With my hand upon thy head, Gentle fellow-creature ! Like a lady's ringlets brown, Flow thy silken ears adown Either side demurely Of thy silver-suited breast Shining out from all the rest Of thy body purely.