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Sida 240 - Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Sida 37 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate.
Sida 7 - PHILIP OF POKANOKET, AN INDIAN MEMOIR. As monumental bronze unchanged his look: A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook : Train'd, from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear— A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear.
Sida 240 - Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Sida 32 - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions ? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? 30 They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Sida 55 - When a man's ways please the Lord, he maketh even his enemies to be at peace with him.
Sida 61 - Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there: And 'twill be found upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation.
Sida 32 - O thou invisible spirit of wine ! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
Sida 114 - He goeth after her straightway, as an ox goeth to the slaughter, or as a fool to the correction of the stocks; Till a dart strike through his liver; as a bird hasteth to the snare, and knoweth not that It is for his life.