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Seite 126 - 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...
Seite 100 - The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free : But we are pressed by heavy laws ; And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy, because We have been glad of yore.
Seite 360 - ... promises, kindly stepped in, and carried him away, to where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest ! It is during the time that we lived on this farm, that my little story is most eventful.
Seite 184 - Yes ! white, if we please ; Where the snow-flakes fall thickest there's nothing can freeze ! Was it snowing I spoke of? Excuse the mistake ! Look close, — you will see not a sign of a flake ; We want some new garlands for those we have shed, — And these are white roses in place of the red ! We 've a trick, we young fellows, you may have been told, Of talking (in public) as if we were old ; — That boy we call "Doctor," and this we call "Judge;"— It's a neat little fiction, — of course it's...
Seite 35 - T'HE Lord my shepherd is; *- I shall be well supplied : Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place * Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy name. 4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear...
Seite 193 - He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet: he is one by whom All effort seems forgotten, one to whom Long patience hath such mild composure given, That patience now doth seem a thing, of which He hath no need. He is by nature led To peace so perfect, that the young behold With envy what the Old Man hardly feels.
Seite 384 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Seite 384 - They are all gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear.
Seite 68 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night...
Seite 60 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.