Madge; Or, Night and Morning

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325 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her lot is on you !— silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour, And sumless riches, from affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds— a wasted shower ! And to make idols, and to find them clay, And to bewail that worship — therefore pray!
387 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - It might have been." Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge! God pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...
298 ÆäÀÌÁö - They are all plain to him that understandeth, and right to them that find knowledge. Receive my instruction, and not silver; and knowledge rather than choice gold. For wisdom is better than rubies; and all the things that may be desired are not to be compared to it.
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head...
352 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth! Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth!
166 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not by martyrdom or vaunted crosses, Canst thou win and wear the immortal crown. Daily struggling, though unloved and lonely, Every day a rich reward will give ; Thou wilt find, by hearty striving only, And truly loving, thou canst truly live.
151 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... thee any other than thou wast, Save as some tree, which, in a sudden blast, Sheddeth those blossoms, that are weakly grown, Upon the air, but keepeth every one Whose Strength gives warrant of good fruit at last : So thou hast shed some blooms of...
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - Even for the dead I will not bind My soul to grief — death cannot long divide : For is it not as if the rose had climbed My garden wall, and blossomed on the other side?

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