Life and Thought: Or, Cherished Memorials of the Late Julia A. Parker Dyson

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Claxton, Remsen, Hafflefinger & Company, 1871 - 314 strán (strany)

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Strana 142 - Call his a kindred heart ! But for those bonds all perfect made Wherein bright spirits blend, Like sister flowers of one sweet shade, With the same breeze that bend — For that full bliss of thought allied Never to mortals given, Oh ! lay thy lovely dreams aside, Or lift them unto heaven.
Strana 303 - It is good for me that I have been afflicted; that I might learn thy statutes.
Strana 251 - But strew his ashes to the wind Whose sword or voice has served mankind, And is he dead, whose glorious mind Lifts thine on high ? To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die.
Strana 110 - Life is real! life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Strana 223 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Strana 68 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road.
Strana 246 - I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
Strana 263 - And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
Strana 62 - I cannot contemplate a mind like hers without the most ardent longing to turn aside from the beaten track of life, and explore those rich fields of observation, those secret recesses of thought, that the gifted few alone may enter,
Strana 219 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...

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