Only a life, an autobiographical story

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F.E. Longley, 1874 - 152 pages
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Page 63 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Page 90 - Whether I die or live ; To love and serve Thee is my share, And this thy grace must give. If life be long, I will be glad, That I may long obey : If short — yet why should I be sad To soar to endless day ? Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before ; He that into God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door.
Page 133 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful...
Page 145 - Nearer, my God, to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee !
Page 151 - LONGLEY is prepared to undertake for authors and others the entire production and publication of Books, Pamphlets, Magazines, etc., and will be happy to furnish estimates, with all necessary information, on application.
Page 47 - I sat in the school of sorrow : The Master was teaching there ; But my eyes were dim with weeping, And my heart was full of care. Instead of looking upward, And seeing His face divine, So full of...
Page 83 - The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a contrite heart: and will save such as be of an humble spirit. 19 Great are the troubles of the righteous: but the Lord delivereth him out of all.
Page 27 - A double life is this of ours ; A two-fold form wherein we dwell ; And heaven itself is not so strange,] Nor half so far as teachers tell. With weary feet we daily tread The circle of a self-same round ; Yet the strong soul may not be held A prisoner in the petty bound. The body walketh as in sleep...
Page 139 - Other refuge have I none ; Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; Leave, ah 1 leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Page 61 - For my heart was hot and restless, And my life was full of care, And the burden laid upon me Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me, It is buried in the sea; And only the sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me.

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