Noonday: A Lifesketch

Framsida
Henry Hoyt, 1863 - 232 sidor
 

Vanliga ord och fraser

Populära avsnitt

Sida 143 - Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way ? by taking heed thereto according to thy word.
Sida 61 - Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends ! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man ? Three treasures, love, and light, And calm thoughts regular as infant's breath : And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
Sida 133 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Sida 167 - He roved among the vales and streams, In the green wood and hollow dell ; They were his dwellings night and day, But Nature ne'er could find the way Into the heart of Peter Bell. In vain, through every changeful year, Did Nature lead him as before; A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.
Sida 80 - Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or, what is worse, be left by it ? Why dost thou load thyself, when thou'rt to fly, Oh man, ordain'd to die ? Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie ? Thou sow'st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas ! is sowing thee.
Sida 27 - It is not much the world can give, With all its subtle art, And gold and gems are not the things To satisfy the heart ; But, oh ! if those who cluster round The altar and the hearth, Have gentle words, and loving smiles, How beautiful is earth.
Sida 13 - Youth, Full of high promise, courage, truth, He felt no scathe, he knew no ruth, Save Love's sweet wounds alone ; He thought but of two soft blue eyes, He sought no gain but Beauty's prize, And sweeter held Love's saddest sighs, Than Music's softest tone. There was a Man, a wary Man, Whose bosom nursed full many a plan For making life's contracted span A path of gain and gold ; And how to sow, and how to reap, And how to swell his shining heap, And how the wealth acquired, to keep Secure within its...
Sida 48 - Await thee there; for thou hast bowed thy will In cheerful homage to the rule of right, And lovest all, and renderest good for ill. For me — the sordid cares in which I dwell Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the scroll; And wrath has left its scar— that fire of hell Has left its frightful scar upon my soul.
Sida 197 - Full many a light thought man may cherish, Full many an idle deed may do; Yet not a deed or thought shall perish, Not one but he shall bless or rue. When by the wind the tree is shaken, There's not a bough or leaf can fall, But of its falling heed is taken By One that sees and governs all. The tree may fall and be forgotten, And buried in the earth remain; Yet from its juices rank and rotten Springs vegetating life again.
Sida 114 - If ever, in temptation strong, Thou left'st the right path for the wrong ; If ever devious step thus trod, Still led thee further from the road ; Dread thou to speak presumptuous doom On noble Marmion's lowly tomb ; But say, " He died a gallant knight, With sword in hand, for England's right.

Bibliografisk information