Olden Times in ColoradoPhillips Publishing Company, 1916 - 448 sider |
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Side 176 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Side 165 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Side 426 - It's no in books, it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang.
Side 68 - LAUGH, AND THE WORLD LAUGHS WITH YOU, WEEP, AND YOU WEEP ALONE. FOR THE SAD OLD EARTH MUST BORROW ITS MIRTH, BUT HAS TROUBLE ENOUGH OF ITS OWN.
Side 426 - It's no in makin muckle, mair ; It's no in books, it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If Happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures nor pleasures Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay That makes us right or wrang. VI. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Side 69 - But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air, The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care.
Side 152 - For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day ; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again.
Side 174 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy shew to me.
Side 218 - And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Side 69 - But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. For there is room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.