The Harvest of a Quiet Eye. Leisure Thoughts for Busy LivesReligious Tract Society, 1867 - 301 sider |
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... growing more incomplete , and yearly increasing , lead the heart to glad thought of that reunion hereafter , in that House of our Father in which the mansions are many , the Home , one . Well , you are gathered , my friend and reader ...
... growing more incomplete , and yearly increasing , lead the heart to glad thought of that reunion hereafter , in that House of our Father in which the mansions are many , the Home , one . Well , you are gathered , my friend and reader ...
Side 12
... , by God's grace , be the point on which you have collected your powers and energies for a forward spring , that shall not grow slack through eternity ! Five minutes to twelve now . The hour of Regret 12 The Harvest of a Quiet Eye .
... , by God's grace , be the point on which you have collected your powers and energies for a forward spring , that shall not grow slack through eternity ! Five minutes to twelve now . The hour of Regret 12 The Harvest of a Quiet Eye .
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... growing out of childhood : that is the joy for them : another of those vast periods has passed . Happy Spring , that does but long to shed and cast away her myriad white blossoms ; and to rush on towards the full - grown Summer ...
... growing out of childhood : that is the joy for them : another of those vast periods has passed . Happy Spring , that does but long to shed and cast away her myriad white blossoms ; and to rush on towards the full - grown Summer ...
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... growing conscious and intelligent first made the heart glow and kindle , as we paused musing upon the Threshold , and looked out upon the sweet , strange opening year of Life . Ah well , the step soon has to be taken , that marks the ...
... growing conscious and intelligent first made the heart glow and kindle , as we paused musing upon the Threshold , and looked out upon the sweet , strange opening year of Life . Ah well , the step soon has to be taken , that marks the ...
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... growing old ! And yet , in that time of fresh animal life , there was not reflection enough to allow of deliberate and actual enjoyment of its hilarity and lightness of heart . It welled up bubbling and singing with the glad- ness of a ...
... growing old ! And yet , in that time of fresh animal life , there was not reflection enough to allow of deliberate and actual enjoyment of its hilarity and lightness of heart . It welled up bubbling and singing with the glad- ness of a ...
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Side 136 - All things come alike to all: there is one event to the righteous and to the wicked; to the good, and to the clean, and to the unclean; to him that sacrificeth, and to him that sacrificeth not: as is the good, so is the sinner; and he that sweareth, as he that feareth an oath.
Side 90 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Side 90 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Side 134 - As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth : For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Side 53 - Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Side 50 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Side 253 - He giveth snow like wool : he scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes. He casteth forth his ice like morsels : who can stand before his cold ? He sendeth out his word, and melteth them : he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Side 116 - Lo! in the middle of the wood, The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud With winds upon the branch, and there Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep'd at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air.
Side 135 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou earnest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
Side 16 - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living present! Heart within, and GOD o'erhead!