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Page 233 - Behold, thou hast made my days as it were a span long : and mine age is even as nothing in respect of thee ; and verily every man living is altogether vanity. For man walketh in a vain shadow, and disquieteth himself in vain : he heapeth up riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
Page 21 - He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow 's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that dignifies humanity.
Page 56 - He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place. Now conscience wakes despair That slumbered ; wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse ; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue...
Page 72 - That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude ; and then — As in that hour...
Page 229 - The tear down childhood's cheek that flows Is like the dewdrop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
Page 282 - For rain; —matures by parts,—must take its time To stem, to leaf, to bud, to blow. It owns A richer soil, and boasts a quicker seed! You look for it, and see it not; and lo! E'en while you look, the peerless flower is up, Consummate in the birth ! Julia.
Page 275 - He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow . Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Page 139 - ... the mind's attention to the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us — an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes and see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand.