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Side 176 - PRUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control That o:er thee swell and throng ; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. Faith's meanest deed more favor bears, Where hearts and wills are weighed, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour and fade.
Side 233 - You night moths that hover where honey brims over From sycamore blossoms, or settle or sleep ; You glowworms, shine out, and the pathway discover To him that comes darkling along the rough steep. Ah, my sailor, make haste, For the time runs to waste, And my love lieth deep — " Too deep for swift telling ; and yet, my one lover, I've conned thee an answer, it waits thee to-night.
Side 314 - Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit ; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning to seem to know that he doth not.
Side 349 - Watch the cloud-banner from the funnel of a running locomotive; you see it growing gradually less dense. It finally melts away altogether; and if you continue your observations, you will not fail to notice that the speed of its disappearance depends upon the character of the day.
Side 356 - Man is the creature of interest and ambition. His nature leads him forth into the struggle and bustle of the world. Love is but the embellishment of his early life, or a song piped in the intervals of the acts.
Side 180 - ... that is ; and, lest they should fall down, they are smeared and starched in the devil's liquor — I mean starch — after that dried with great diligence, streaked, patted, and rubbed very nicely, and so applied to their goodly necks, and, withal, underpropped with...
Side 250 - Honored be woman ! she beams on the sight, Graceful and fair, like a being of light ; Scatters around her, wherever she strays, Roses of bliss on our thorn-covered ways, Roses of Paradise, sent from above To be gathered and twined in a garland of love.
Side 396 - TAKE heed of this small child of earth ; He is great : he hath in him God most high. Children before their fleshly birth Are lights alive in the blue sky. In our light bitter world of wrong They come ; God gives us them awhile. His speech is in their stammering tongue, And his forgiveness in their smile. Their sweet light rests upon our eyes. Alas ! their right to joy is plain.
Side 352 - All these spectacles my friends have witnessed !' exclaims the self-delighted Baptista Porta. When his friends drank wine out of the same cup which he had used they were mortified with wonder ; for he drank wine, and they only water ! or on a summer's day, when all complained of the sirocco, he would freeze his guests with cold air in the room ; or, on a sudden, let off a flying dragon to sail along with a cracker in its tail, and a cat tied on...
Side 233 - I LEANED out of window, I smelt the white clover, Dark, dark was the garden, I saw not the gate ; ' Now, if there be footsteps, he comes, my one lover — Hush, nightingale, hush ! O, sweet nightingale, wait Till I listen and hear If a step draweth near, For my love he is late ! ' The skies in the darkness stoop nearer and nearer, A cluster of stars hangs like fruit in the tree, The fall of the water comes sweeter, comes clearer : To what...