The Harvest of a Quiet Eye. Leisure Thoughts for Busy LivesReligious Tract Society, 1867 - 301 sider |
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Side vii
... SOUL SUMMER DAYS MUSINGS IN THE HAY 63 THE BEAUTY OF RAIN AUTUMN DAYS MUSINGS ON THE SEA - SHORE MUSINGS ON THE MOUNTAINS MUSINGS IN THE TWILIGHT WINTER DAYS THE END OF THE SEASONS UNDER BARE BOUGHS • 85 ΙΟΙ 123 145 161 183 199 221 241 ...
... SOUL SUMMER DAYS MUSINGS IN THE HAY 63 THE BEAUTY OF RAIN AUTUMN DAYS MUSINGS ON THE SEA - SHORE MUSINGS ON THE MOUNTAINS MUSINGS IN THE TWILIGHT WINTER DAYS THE END OF THE SEASONS UNDER BARE BOUGHS • 85 ΙΟΙ 123 145 161 183 199 221 241 ...
Side 35
... cross , to the crown . We are yet within doors : oh , what will open before us on the threshold of that next year ! -when the first wonder of its January has passed , and the amazed and almost dizzied soul Musings on the Threshold . 35.
... cross , to the crown . We are yet within doors : oh , what will open before us on the threshold of that next year ! -when the first wonder of its January has passed , and the amazed and almost dizzied soul Musings on the Threshold . 35.
Side 36
... soul , waiting for that coming of the Lord with regard to which they are still crying out , " How long ? " and are bid to " rest yet for a little season . " And so then they rest , and wait upon the threshold , and contemplate the ...
... soul , waiting for that coming of the Lord with regard to which they are still crying out , " How long ? " and are bid to " rest yet for a little season . " And so then they rest , and wait upon the threshold , and contemplate the ...
Side 37
... souls dwell with their bodies under the sodden clay . They are changed , but they are not lost ; they are " still the same , and yet are not what they were ; they have passed from the humiliation of the body to the majesty of the spirit ...
... souls dwell with their bodies under the sodden clay . They are changed , but they are not lost ; they are " still the same , and yet are not what they were ; they have passed from the humiliation of the body to the majesty of the spirit ...
Side 38
... soul , struggling with faithful , though fearful hearts , towards that dark shadow from which they shrank , as we shrink now . ” We on our threshold and they on theirs ; then let us think of them and of ourselves so . We have left the ...
... soul , struggling with faithful , though fearful hearts , towards that dark shadow from which they shrank , as we shrink now . ” We on our threshold and they on theirs ; then let us think of them and of ourselves so . We have left the ...
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The Harvest Of A Quiet Eye: Leisure Thoughts For Busy Lives, By The Author ... John Richard Vernon Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2023 |
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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!