More Memories: Being Thoughts about England Spoken in America

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Macmillan and Company, 1894 - 294 pages
 

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Page 63 - For if there be first a willing mind, it is accepted according to that a man hath, and not according to that he hath not.
Page 91 - It is but lost labour that ye haste to rise up early, and so late take rest, and eat the bread of carefulness ; for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Page 112 - And the eye cannot say unto the hand, I have no need of thee : nor again the head to the feet, I have no need of you.
Page 32 - ... at the right hand of God the Father Almighty, and from thence shall come again, at the end of the world, to judge the quick and the dead...
Page 272 - The stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land! The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Page 247 - She was serene and smiling then, and yet She knew she was by him beloved, — she knew, For quickly comes such knowledge, that his heart Was darken'd with her shadow, and she saw That he was wretched, but she saw not all. He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand ; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came ; He...
Page 133 - Matrimony; which is an honourable estate, instituted of God in the time of man's innocency, signifying unto us the mystical union that is betwixt Christ and his Church; which holy estate Christ adorned and beautified with his presence, and first miracle that he wrought, in Cana of Galilee...
Page 123 - Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and tho' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay.
Page 108 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace...
Page 166 - Little Jack Horner Sat in a corner Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!

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