Not a Day Without a Line: Original and Selected Lines, in Prose and Poetry, for Fireside ContemplationR.S. Davis & Company, 1877 |
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angels Bayard Taylor beautiful better blessed boy that died breath cankerworm Christ cold dark dead dear death Divine dream earth Emerson Epictetus evil eyes face faith fear feel flowers galley slave genius George MacDonald gifts glory God's Goethe gold grace grave hands happy hath healthful hear heart heaven Heavenly Father holy human immortal Infinite Ingelow Jean Ingelow keep life's light little boy little Gretchen live look Lord lost loved my children loving band Mabel MacDonald Marcus Aurelius Matthew Arnold mind moral nature never any died night o'er pain pane Paul Fleming persons praise prayer rest secret shining silent sleep smile society Sooner or later sorrow soul sound spirit storms sweet tears tender thee Theophilus Parsons There's things thou thought thy majesty to-day true truth Vinet watch weary weep wind word as fail
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Stran 68 - It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Stran 118 - The time draws near the birth of Christ: The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound: Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace, Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.
Stran 117 - That tall Man, a giant in bulk and in height, Not an inch of his body is free from delight ; Can he keep himself still, if he would ? oh, not he ! The music stirs in him like wind through a tree.
Stran 83 - ... And with joy the stars perform their shining, And the sea its long moon-silver'd roll ; For self-poised they live, nor pine with noting All the fever of some differing soul. ' Bounded by themselves, and unregardful In what state God's other works may be, In their own tasks all their powers pouring, These attain the mighty life you see.
Stran 99 - I see not a step before me as I tread the days of the year; But the Past is still in God's keeping; the Future his. mercy shall clear; And what looks dark In the distance may brighten as.
Stran 119 - THE LAST OF THE FLOCK. IN distant countries have I been, And yet I have not often seen A healthy man. a man full grown, Weep in the public roads alone. But such a one, on English ground, And in the broad highway. I met ; Along the broad highway he came, His cheeks with tears were wet. Sturdy he seemed, though he was sad ; And in his arms a lamb he had.
Stran 51 - HE that loves a rosy Cheek, Or a coral Lip admires ; Or from star-like Eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires : As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away ! But a smooth and steadfast Mind, Gentle Thoughts, and calm Desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires ! Where these are not ; I despise Lovely Cheeks ! or Lips ! or Eyes...
Stran 109 - And present gratitude Insures the future's good, And for the things I see I trust the things to be ; That in the paths untrod, And the long days of God, My feet shall still be led, My heart be comforted.
Stran 83 - Unaffrighted by the silence round them, Undistracted by the sights they see, These demand not that the things without them Yield them love, amusement, sympathy.
Stran 97 - Of fortune's favour'd sons, not me. I ask not each kind soul to keep Tearless, when of my death he hears. Let those who will, if any, weep ! There are worse plagues on earth than tears. I ask but that my death may find The freedom to my life denied ; Ask but the folly of mankind Then, then at last, to quit my side. Spare me the whispering, crowded room, The friends who come, and gape, and go...