Discourse Occasioned by the Death of Convers Francis, D. D.: Delivered Before the First Congregational Society, Watertown, April 19, 1863Privately printed, 1863 - 78 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 13 - And not a voice was idle ; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
الصفحة 13 - Tinkled like iron; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the reflex of a star That fled, and flying still before me, gleamed Upon the glassy plain...
الصفحة 28 - Touch us gently, Time ! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently, — as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream ! Humble voyagers are We, Husband, wife, and children three — (One is lost, — an angel, fled To the azure overhead ! ) Touch us gently, Time! We've not proud nor soaring wings : Our ambition, our content Lies in simple things. Humble voyagers are We, O'er Life's dim unsounded sea, Seeking only some calm clime : — Touch us gently, gentle Time ! EBENEZER ELLIOTT.
الصفحة 76 - When it is present, men take example at it; and when it is gone, they desire it: it weareth a crown, and triumpheth for ever, having gotten the victory, striving for undefiled rewards.
الصفحة 55 - Leave to enjoy myself. That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers...
الصفحة 55 - I fast for it; yea, sometimes of ten shillings. But, alas Sir, what is that to those infinite volumes of Divinity, which yet every day swell and grow bigger?
الصفحة 76 - The memorial of virtue is immortal; Because it is known with God and with men. When it is present, mankind take example of it; And when it is gone they desire it. It weareth a crown and triumpheth forever, Having gotten the victory, striving for undefiled rewards.
الصفحة 33 - ... some points. The more I see of this beautiful spirit, the more I revere and love him ; such a calm, steady, simple soul, always looking for truth and living in wisdom and in love for man and goodness I have never met.
الصفحة 55 - To enjoy myself : that place that does contain My books, the best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels ; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy, Deface their ill-plac'd statues.
الصفحة 33 - Mr. E. is not a philosopher, so called, not a logic-man, not one whose vocation it is to state processes of argument; he is a seer who reports in sweet and significant words what he sees; he looks into the infinite of truth, and...