The Every Day of Life

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Thomas Y. Crowell, 1892 - 283 sider
 

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Side 264 - Love suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not its own, is not provoked, taketh not account of evil; rejoiceth not in unrighteousness, but rejoiceth with the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
Side 31 - Ye shall not afflict any widow, or fatherless child. If thou afflict them in any wise, and they cry at all unto me, I will surely hear their cry ; and my wrath shall wax hot, and I will kill you with the sword ; and your wives shall be widows, and your children fatherless.
Side 247 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Side 238 - If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
Side 78 - I'll tell you how to sing a clearer carol Than lark who hails the dawn or breezy down ; To earn yourself a purer poet's laurel Than Shakespeare's crown. Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be clever ; Do lovely things, not dream them, all day long ; And so make Life, and Death, and that For Ever, One grand sweet song.
Side 120 - 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.
Side 265 - Love never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall be done away; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall be done away.
Side 71 - Our lives are songs; God writes the words, And we set them to music at pleasure; And the song grows glad, or sweet or sad As we choose to fashion the measure; We must write the music, whatever the song, Whatever its rhyme or meter; And if it is sad, we can make it glad, Or if sweet, we can make it sweeter.
Side 246 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore — Thy touch upon the palm.
Side 19 - But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive : for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

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