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Page 52 - Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle ; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow.
Page 52 - Be near me when the sensuous frame Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust; And Time, a maniac scattering dust, And Life, a Fury slinging flame. Be near me when my faith is dry, And men the flies of latter spring, That lay their eggs, and sting and sing And weave their petty cells and die. Be near me when I fade away, To point the term of human strife, And on the low dark verge of life The twilight of eternal day.
Page 42 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 178 - I withheld not my heart from any joy. ...Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit from them under the sun.
Page 70 - And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves : For not the faintest motion could be -seen Of all the shades that slanted o'er the green.
Page 1 - Not for idle contemplation of thyself, not for brooding over devout sensations; — no, for action art thou here; thine action, and thine action alone...
Page 30 - I am now thoroughly convinced that the human will is free, and that to be happy is not the purpose of our being, — but to deserve happiness.
Page 178 - ... he was great and increased more than all that were before him in Jerusalem. Then he looked on all his works that his hands had wrought, and behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.