Modern Accomplishments, Or, The March of Intellect

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204 ÆäÀÌÁö - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART., WITH THE FOREGOING POEM.
269 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
368 ÆäÀÌÁö - Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, To trace her in her flight ; No eye can pierce within the veil Which hides that world of light.
64 ÆäÀÌÁö - And now I have told you before it come to pass, that, when it is come to pass, ye might believe.
64 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is not for you to know the times and the seasons, which the Father hath put in His own power.
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - MEDITATION is one of our most difficult Christian duties, but, at the same time, it is one of the most important. We can read or hear a dozen of books more easily than we can meditate properly on one; but yet, our inward thoughts are the only tests by which we can know the real state of our minds. Whatever we turn to naturally when alone, is the thing which engrosses most of our regard, and therefore we should often look inwards, to ascertain if our hearts are stored for eternity, and how far they...
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The tree of knowledge is not that of life.
291 ÆäÀÌÁö - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road.
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh ! let th' ungentle spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence. Large bounties to bestow, we wish in vain ; But all may shun the guilt of giving pain.
353 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE hour of my departure's come : I hear the voice that calls me home : At last, O Lord ! let trouble cease, And let Thy servant die in peace. 2 The race appointed I have run ; The combat's o'er, the prize is won ; And now my witness is on high, And now my record's in the sky.

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