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Seite 103 - And the scribe said unto Him, Well, Master, Thou hast said the truth: for there is one God; and there is none other but He: and to love Him with all the heart, and with all the understanding, and with all the soul, and with all the strength, and to love his neighbour as himself, is more than all whole burnt offerings and sacrifices.
Seite 103 - Israel; the Lord our God is one Lord: And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength. This is the first commandment. And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.
Seite 125 - Beyond the narrow vale of time, Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime, She points the way, and leads the soul.
Seite 57 - OLDEN volumes ! richest treasures ! Objects of delicious pleasures ! You my eyes rejoicing please, You my hands in rapture seize. Brilliant wits and musing sages, Lights who beam'd through many ages, Left to your conscious leaves their story, And dared to trust you with their glory ; And now their hope of fame achieved, Dear volumes ! — you have not deceived ! HENRY DE RANTZU.
Seite 8 - Bring flowers, pale flowers, o'er the bier to shed, A crown for the brow of the early dead! For this through its leaves hath the white rose burst, For this in the woods was the violet nursed ! Though they smile in vain for what once was ours, They are love's last gift — bring ye flowers, pale flowers ! Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer, They are nature's offering, their place is there!
Seite 39 - Tears my food by night, by day Grief consumes my strength away ; While his craft the Tempter plies, " Where is now thy God ?" he cries ; This would sink me to despair, But I pour my soul in prayer.
Seite 70 - I did not perceive that the cat was the least affected, and I even judged, by her air, that she would have given all the instruments in the world for a mouse, sleeping in the sun all the time. The horse stopped short, from time to time, before the window, raising his head up now and then, as he was feeding on the grass. The dog continued for above an hour seated on his hind legs, looking stedfastly at the player.
Seite 125 - The world's a wilderness of woe, And life a pilgrimage of pain ! Till mild RELIGION, from above, Descends, a sweet engaging form, The messenger of heavenly love, The bow of promise in a storm ! Then guilty passions wing their flight, Sorrow, remorse, affliction cease ; RELIGION'S yoke is soft and light, And all her paths are paths of peace.
Seite 125 - The fainting traveller winds his way ; Bewildering meteors glare around, And tempt his wandering feet astray. Welcome, thrice welcome, to his eye, The sudden moon's inspiring light, When forth she sallies through the sky, The guardian angel of the night ! Thus mortals, blind and weak, below Pursue the phantom Bliss, in vain ; The world's a wilderness of...
Seite 8 - Ev'n in that deadly grove — A single rose is shedding there Its lonely lustre, meek and pale : It looks as planted by Despair — So white — so faint — the slightest gale Might whirl the leaves on high; And yet, though storms and blight assail, And hands more rude than wintry sky May wring it from the stem — in vain — To-morrow sees it bloom again : The stalk some spirit gently rears, And waters with celestial tears...