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Página 86 - And Oh ! when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last ; Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed, — for Thou hast died ; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.
Página 46 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 206 - Whosoever shall offend one of these little ones, it were better for him that a mill-stone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.
Página 60 - And it lived for ever there. Not the beating of its prison Stirred it ever, night or day ; Only with the heart's last throbbing Could it fade away.
Página 249 - Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!
Página 280 - Why should not youth fulfil his own mind, As the course of nature doth him bind? Is not everything ordained to do his kind? Report me to you, report me to you. Do not the flowers spring fresh and gay, Pleasant and sweet in the month of May? And when their time cometh, they fade away. Report me to you, report me to you.
Página 29 - May? And when their time cometh, they fade away. Report me to you, report me to you. Be not the trees in winter bare? Like unto their kind, such they are; And when they spring, their fruits declare. Report me to you, report me to you.
Página 34 - Tis not thou, but it must die ; Fly, celestial tenant, fly. Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay, Sweetly breathe thyself away ; Singing, to thy crown remove, Swift of wing, and fired with love. Shudder not to pass the stream ; Venture all thy care on Him, Him whose dying love and power Stilled its tossing, hushed its roar. Safe as the expanded wave, Gentle as the summer's eve ; Not one object of His care Ever suffered shipwreck there.
Página 113 - ... and walked up the steps. At the top of them I stumbled over something. I swore and bent down to see what it was; it had felt like a body. There was a cry and I saw it was the amah. She shrank back cowering as I touched her and broke into loud wails.