Sunbeams for all seasons; counsels, cautions, and precepts &c1861 |
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Strana xv
... . Tact and Talent 260 Talent and Genius 261 V Talking 261 Taxation 261 Vanity Tear 262 Vice Tell - Tales 263 Village Churchyard Temperance 263 Village Life PAGE Virtue 287 Wit ....... Virtue Virtue and Vice 290 INDEX TO SUBJECTS . XV.
... . Tact and Talent 260 Talent and Genius 261 V Talking 261 Taxation 261 Vanity Tear 262 Vice Tell - Tales 263 Village Churchyard Temperance 263 Village Life PAGE Virtue 287 Wit ....... Virtue Virtue and Vice 290 INDEX TO SUBJECTS . XV.
Strana 3
... tear . - Moore . Adversity . Adversity , like winter weather , is of use to kill those vermin which the summer of prosperity is apt to produce and nourish . — Arrowsmith . - Sweet are the uses of adversity , Which , like the toad , ugly ...
... tear . - Moore . Adversity . Adversity , like winter weather , is of use to kill those vermin which the summer of prosperity is apt to produce and nourish . — Arrowsmith . - Sweet are the uses of adversity , Which , like the toad , ugly ...
Strana 15
... tears ran o'er , As punished for the sin . Fool ! had that bough a pumpkin bore , Thy whimsies would have worked no more , Nor skull have kept them in ! --- The Countess of Winchelsea . - Oh , ne'er with wits profane to range , Be ...
... tears ran o'er , As punished for the sin . Fool ! had that bough a pumpkin bore , Thy whimsies would have worked no more , Nor skull have kept them in ! --- The Countess of Winchelsea . - Oh , ne'er with wits profane to range , Be ...
Strana 20
... tear to tell Sweet visions that flow from a fount of love , To mingle with all that is pure above . It dwells with the one whose pitying eye Looks out on the world in charity ; Whose generous hand delights to heal The wounds that ...
... tear to tell Sweet visions that flow from a fount of love , To mingle with all that is pure above . It dwells with the one whose pitying eye Looks out on the world in charity ; Whose generous hand delights to heal The wounds that ...
Strana 31
... tears , Thy God is near to bless ! E'en if Hope's earthly ray grows dim , A better light is ours , Which leads us on to trust in Him , Who gives us Brighter Hours ! Georgiana Bennet . Brotherhood ( Human ) . The race of mankind would ...
... tears , Thy God is near to bless ! E'en if Hope's earthly ray grows dim , A better light is ours , Which leads us on to trust in Him , Who gives us Brighter Hours ! Georgiana Bennet . Brotherhood ( Human ) . The race of mankind would ...
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Strana 85 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Strana 17 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Strana 45 - Happy the man*, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Strana 204 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly...
Strana 75 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us; He knows each chord, — its various tone, Each spring, — its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute; We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Strana 266 - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit constant pay receives, Is...
Strana 117 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar - for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! - May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Strana 229 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Strana 17 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Strana 204 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...