Violet: Or, The Cross and the Crown

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J. P. Jewett, 1856 - 448 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 103 - Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment : who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain : Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters : who maketh the clouds his chariot : who walketh upon the wings of the wind...
الصفحة 221 - And all the rule, one empire ; only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith Add virtue, patience, temperance, add love By name to come called charity, the soul Of all the rest; then wilt thou not be loth To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.
الصفحة 382 - May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, Olympus-high ; and duck again as low As hell's from heaven ! If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
الصفحة 121 - I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
الصفحة 104 - They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto the place which thou hast founded for them. Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; that they tum not again to cover the earth.
الصفحة 121 - Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labors have an end, In joy and peace and thee...
الصفحة 142 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.
الصفحة 309 - To bring me berries, or such cooling fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide. They left me then, when the gray-hooded Even, Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed, Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus
الصفحة 108 - Elegance of style is not to be weighed against purity of heart, purity both from the lusts of the flesh, the lusts of the eye, and the pride of life.
الصفحة 173 - Pray, pray, thou who also weepest, And the drops will slacken so ; Weep, weep : — and the watch thou keepest. With a quicker count will go. Think : — the shadow on the dial For the nature most undone, Marks the passing of the trial, Proves the presence of the sun...

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