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Page 222 - O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities ; For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strained from that fair use Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.
Page 163 - Yet, when my eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there! I walk my parlor floor, And through the open door I hear a footfall on the chamber stair ; I'm stepping toward the hall To give the boy a call ; And then bethink me that — he is not there!
Page 228 - Charity suffereth long, and is kind ; charity envieth not ; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is, not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
Page 164 - He lives ! — In all the past He lives ; nor, to the last, Of seeing him again will I despair ; In dreams I see him now ; And, on his angel brow, I see it written, "Thou shalt see me there...
Page 205 - Like as a father pitieth his children, So the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust.
Page 167 - When authors write best, or, at least, when they write most fluently, an influence seems to waken in them, which becomes their master — which will have its own way — putting out of view all behests but its own, dictating certain words, and insisting on their being used, whether vehement or measured in their nature; new-moulding characters, giving unthought-of turns to incidents, rejecting carefully elaborated old ideas, and suddenly creating and adopting new ones.
Page 77 - She looked a little old woman, so short-sighted that she always appeared to be seeking something, and moving her head from side to side to catch a sight of it. She was very shy and nervous, and spoke with a strong Irish accent.
Page 92 - I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts, that the lowly roof Of undisturbed retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.