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Page 270 - Behold I stand at the door, and knock : if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him and will sup with him, and he with me.
Page 308 - We rather seem the dead that stayed behind. Blow, trumpets, all your exultations blow! For never shall their aureoled presence lack; I see them muster in a gleaming row, With ever-youthful brows that nobler show; We find in our dull road their shining track; In every nobler mood We feel the orient of their spirit glow, Part of our life's unalterable good, Of all our saintlier aspiration; They come transfigured back, Secure from change in their high-hearted ways, Beautiful evermore, and with the rays...
Page 82 - Set me as a seal upon thine heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as the grave: The coals thereof are coals of fire, Which hath a most vehement flame.
Page 54 - 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 331 - Man, this is one of the most extraordinary, that he shall go on from day to day, from week to week, from month to month.
Page 308 - I sweep them for a paean, but they wane Again and yet again Into a dirge, and die away, in pain. In these brave ranks I only see the gaps, Thinking of dear ones whom the dumb turf wraps, Dark to the...
Page 269 - Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white : for they are worthy.
Page 82 - Why earnest thou down hither? and with whom hast thou left those few sheep in the wilderness? I know thy pride, and the naughtiness of thine heart; for thou art come down that thou mightest see the battle.
Page 83 - And as soon as the lad was gone, David arose out of a place toward the South, and fell on his face to the ground, and bowed himself three times : and they kissed one another, and wept one with another, until David exceeded.