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... Peace Life 126 People Love 131 Philosophy Lovers 131 Pity Loyalty 140 Pleasure Poetry Man 140 Poets Manhood 140 Poverty Mankind 140 Power Manners 142 Praise Marriage 143 Prayer Matrimony 143 Present , The Melancholy 147 Pride Memory 148 ...
... Peace Life 126 People Love 131 Philosophy Lovers 131 Pity Loyalty 140 Pleasure Poetry Man 140 Poets Manhood 140 Poverty Mankind 140 Power Manners 142 Praise Marriage 143 Prayer Matrimony 143 Present , The Melancholy 147 Pride Memory 148 ...
Side 13
... peace , To silence envious tongues . Shakespeare : Henry VIII . Age , Old Age ; see Time and Youth . Grow old along with me ! The best is yet to be , The last of life , for which the first was made : Our times are in his hand Who saith ...
... peace , To silence envious tongues . Shakespeare : Henry VIII . Age , Old Age ; see Time and Youth . Grow old along with me ! The best is yet to be , The last of life , for which the first was made : Our times are in his hand Who saith ...
Side 14
... peaceful Day benevolence endears , Whose Night congratulating conscience cheers ; The general favorite as the general friend : Such age there is , and who shall wish its end ? Dr. Johnson . ' Tis the sunset of life gives us mystical ...
... peaceful Day benevolence endears , Whose Night congratulating conscience cheers ; The general favorite as the general friend : Such age there is , and who shall wish its end ? Dr. Johnson . ' Tis the sunset of life gives us mystical ...
Side 29
... not sit in the scorner's seat , Or hurl the cynic's ban . Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man . Sam Walter Foss . Calmness ; see Peace and Quiet . Pure was the The Handbook of Quotations 29.
... not sit in the scorner's seat , Or hurl the cynic's ban . Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man . Sam Walter Foss . Calmness ; see Peace and Quiet . Pure was the The Handbook of Quotations 29.
Side 30
... peace . Care , Anxiety . Care that is enter'd once into the breast , Will have the whole possession , ere it rest . Whittier . Ben Jonson : Tale of a Tub . Care , whom not the gayest can outbrave , Pursues its feeble victim to the grave ...
... peace . Care , Anxiety . Care that is enter'd once into the breast , Will have the whole possession , ere it rest . Whittier . Ben Jonson : Tale of a Tub . Care , whom not the gayest can outbrave , Pursues its feeble victim to the grave ...
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Side 130 - Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Side 54 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Side 174 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation ; we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Side 55 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Side 13 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Side 53 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Side 61 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Side 150 - Let me play the Fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Side 177 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Side 64 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...