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Page 200 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 233 - Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men. For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
Page 190 - The wind rose high, — but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear : Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near ; While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form, And pouring her deep soul in prayer Forth on the rushing storm.
Page 296 - ... the good of them that loved God and were the called according to His purpose ; " and with rapturous gratitude they cry out, "Marvelous are thy works, Lord God Almighty ; just and true are all thy ways, O thou King of Saints!
Page 233 - ... them commend Christ's love! Farewell brethren! farewell sisters! farewell Christian acquaintances! farewell sun, moon, and stars! And now welcome my lovely and heartsome Christ Jesus, into whose hands I commit my spirit throughout all eternity. I may say, few and evil have the days of the years of my pilgrimage been, I being about twenty years of age.
Page 166 - Or shot as he had used to do * ! Divided pair ! forgive the wrong, While I with tears your fate rehearse : I'll join the widow's plaintive song...
Page 160 - You should not find fault with the weather," replied Emma ; " mother says it is wicked, for God sends us what weather seemeth good to him. For my part, I have had a very happy day reading and sewing." "And I too," said Bessy, "but I begin to be tired now, and I wish I could see some of those beautiful crimson clouds, tinged with gold, that wait upon sunset." " Bessy has such a romantic mode of expression," cried Edmund, laughing and laying down his book ; " I think she will make a poet one of these...
Page 163 - ... right up to the gate, and, lifting up his hat, bowed down to the saddle. He was a tall, dark-complexioned young man, who sat nobly on his horse, just as if he belonged to it. Emma, your mother that is, set down her watering pot, and made a sort of courtesy, a little frightened at a stranger coming so close to her, before she knew any thing about it. ' May I trouble you for a glass of water ?' said he, with another bow. ' I have travelled long, and am oppressed with thirst.
Page 145 - ... with all the necessaries and many of the luxuries of life. It was, indeed, an inviting board.
Page 165 - little girls must not ask so many questions." "I'll tell you the reason," cried Aunt Patty, "for I'm never ashamed to speak the truth. No one ever thought of marrying me, for I was a lame, helpless, and homely girl, without a cent of money to make folks think one pretty, whether I was or not. I never dreamed of having sweethearts, but was thankful for friends, who were willing to bear with my infirmities, and provide for my comfort. I don't care if they do call me an old maid. I'm satisfied with...