Traits of Character Illustrated in Bible Light: Together with Short Sketches of Marked and Marred Manhood and Womanhood

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Home library Company, 1898 - Characters and characteristics
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Page 103 - Make way for Liberty!" he cried, Then ran, with arms extended wide, As if his dearest friend to clasp; Ten spears he swept within his grasp. "Make way for Liberty!
Page 91 - Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.
Page 251 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on, o'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till the night is gone, and with the morn those angel faces smile, which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
Page 237 - I will be as harsh as truth, and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject I do not wish to think, or speak, or write, with moderation.
Page 81 - ... paradise, look into my desolation, and be made to understand what a dreary thing it is when a man shall feel himself going down a precipice with open eyes and a passive will, - to see his destruction, and have no power to stop it, and yet to feel it all the way emanating from himself...
Page 141 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Page 103 - he cried ; Their keen points met from side to side ; He bowed amongst them like a tree, And thus made way for Liberty. Swift to the breach his comrades fly ;
Page 103 - There sounds not to the trump of fame The echo of a nobler name. Unmarked he stood amid the throng, In rumination deep and long, Till you might see, with sudden grace, The very thought come o'er his face ; And, by the motion of his form...
Page vi - CHISEL in hand stood a sculptor boy With his marble block before him ; And his face lit up with a smile of joy, As an angel dream passed o'er him.
Page vi - Sculptors of life are we, as we stand With our lives uncarved before us, Waiting the hour, when, at God's command, Our life-dream passes o'er us. Let us carve it, then, on the yielding stone, With many a sharp incision ; Its heavenly beauty shall be our own — Our lives, that angel vision.

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