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... eternal war with his hard taskmaster Earth - insufferably tempted to evil by the very elements of his being - how he , in the black recesses of his heart , like an oasis in a desert , has ever cherished one green and growing spot . And ...
... eternal war with his hard taskmaster Earth - insufferably tempted to evil by the very elements of his being - how he , in the black recesses of his heart , like an oasis in a desert , has ever cherished one green and growing spot . And ...
29 ÆäÀÌÁö
William Ross Wallace. Yonder We stand without the walls of Rome . rises the Eternal City - once the mistress of the world - the arbiter of human destinies , now crumbl- ing into the dust . It is a city of the dead - but not that city ...
William Ross Wallace. Yonder We stand without the walls of Rome . rises the Eternal City - once the mistress of the world - the arbiter of human destinies , now crumbl- ing into the dust . It is a city of the dead - but not that city ...
79 ÆäÀÌÁö
... eternal exist- ence of the God in whom they trusted : often the most minute and pains - taking labor was lavished upon this simple symbol . In the 14th century it was frequenlty wrought into the form of delicate vine branches and leaves ...
... eternal exist- ence of the God in whom they trusted : often the most minute and pains - taking labor was lavished upon this simple symbol . In the 14th century it was frequenlty wrought into the form of delicate vine branches and leaves ...
89 ÆäÀÌÁö
... been breaking , and their murmurs have been to us whis- .pers of eternal truth . We stand in cold and darkness - our hearts bowed , our feet weary , our eyes heavy with THE LOVED AND THE LOST . 89 ELOQUENCE ON THE DEAD,
... been breaking , and their murmurs have been to us whis- .pers of eternal truth . We stand in cold and darkness - our hearts bowed , our feet weary , our eyes heavy with THE LOVED AND THE LOST . 89 ELOQUENCE ON THE DEAD,
90 ÆäÀÌÁö
... eternal light , and only a glass barrier is between . Here , wander- ing children seeking with blind eagerness some glimpses of the Father's face ; there , the wandering child is home again . There , ranged in countless circles that ...
... eternal light , and only a glass barrier is between . Here , wander- ing children seeking with blind eagerness some glimpses of the Father's face ; there , the wandering child is home again . There , ranged in countless circles that ...
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102 ÆäÀÌÁö - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end: Were this frail world our only rest. Living or dying, none were blest. 2 Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward to expire.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - ONCE, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man:— and WHO was HE ? — Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast, That Man resembled Thee. Unknown the region of his birth, The land in which he .died unknown : His name has...
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell ; Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.
164 ÆäÀÌÁö - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - This spirit shall return to Him Who gave its heavenly spark: Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim When thou thyself art dark ! No! it shall live again, and shine In bliss unknown to beams of thine; By Him recalled to breath, Who captive led captivity, ' Who robbed the grave of victory, And took the sting from Death...
139 ÆäÀÌÁö - Light be the turf of thy tomb ! May its verdure like emeralds be : There should not be the shadow of gloom In aught that reminds us of thee. Young flowers and an evergreen tree May spring from the spot of thy rest : But nor cypress nor yew let us see ; For why should we mourn for the blest ? WHEN WE TWO PARTED.
164 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.