Monthly Packet of Evening Readings for Members of the English Church (earlier "for Younger Members of the English Church")J. and C. Mozley, 1892 |
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... night will surely find " One more day's march ' left behind . Go the way that thou art sent ; Be content . Then thy face , thy hands , thy heart Shall impart Peace to those who near thee walk . Quiet talk Coming from a mind at rest Ever ...
... night will surely find " One more day's march ' left behind . Go the way that thou art sent ; Be content . Then thy face , thy hands , thy heart Shall impart Peace to those who near thee walk . Quiet talk Coming from a mind at rest Ever ...
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... night you will be in my thoughts , day and night I shall wear this locket next my heart , and my one longing will be for the hour when I shall see you again , and hear your dear voice . Whatever happens , my Catherine , remember that ...
... night you will be in my thoughts , day and night I shall wear this locket next my heart , and my one longing will be for the hour when I shall see you again , and hear your dear voice . Whatever happens , my Catherine , remember that ...
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... night , the day for work and the night for rest . The axis of rotation must not lie in the plane of the planet's orbit , but must have a suitable inclination , so that each hemisphere may enjoy its seasons , summer and winter- ' seed ...
... night , the day for work and the night for rest . The axis of rotation must not lie in the plane of the planet's orbit , but must have a suitable inclination , so that each hemisphere may enjoy its seasons , summer and winter- ' seed ...
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... night for fear of the fairy power . In the morning they returned - but wirra ! -the Fairy folk had worked in the night , and piled up the mound again to its full height , so that it stood all round and green as before . Then Lara and ...
... night for fear of the fairy power . In the morning they returned - but wirra ! -the Fairy folk had worked in the night , and piled up the mound again to its full height , so that it stood all round and green as before . Then Lara and ...
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... night , till the mortals lost heart— all except the Chief of Cloy . To him there came a thought once , on a sudden , which gave him hope . He remembered how , in the old days of his friend- ship with the false Fairy King , he had ...
... night , till the mortals lost heart— all except the Chief of Cloy . To him there came a thought once , on a sudden , which gave him hope . He remembered how , in the old days of his friend- ship with the false Fairy King , he had ...
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Page 147 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Page 149 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Page 629 - His trembling hand had lost the ease Which marks security to please; And scenes, long past, of joy and pain. Came wildering o'er his aged brain, — He tried to tune his harp in vain ! The pitying Duchess praised its chime. And gave him heart, and gave him time, Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony.
Page 393 - ... for thine inestimable love in the redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ; for the means of grace and for the hope of glory. And we beseech thee give us that due sense of all thy mercies that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful and that we may show forth thy praise not only with our lips but in our lives; by giving up ourselves to thy service, and by walking before thee in holiness and righteousness all our days...
Page 712 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 622 - Say, for my comfort, languishing in bed, 'Just so immortal Maro held his head'; And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago.
Page 572 - My name is Norval: on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home.
Page 148 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 712 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye...
Page 622 - ... tis ten times worse when they repent. One dedicates in high heroic prose, And ridicules beyond a hundred foes: One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend, And more abusive, calls himself my friend. This prints my letters, that expects a bribe, And others roar aloud, "Subscribe, subscribe.