The Story of Justin Martyr : Sabbation and Other Poems

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E. Moxon, 1844 - 282 oldal

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63. oldal - THOU cam'st not to thy place by accident, It is the very place God meant for thee; And shouldst thou there small scope for action see, Do not for this give room to discontent...
132. oldal - Unrealised so many visions bright ; — Oh wretched yet inevitable spite Of our short span, and we must yield our breath, And wrap us in the lazy coil of death, So much remaining of unproved delight.
271. oldal - TF there had anywhere appeared in space -*• Another place of refuge, where to flee, Our hearts had taken refuge in that place, And not with Thee. For we against creation's bars had beat Like prisoned eagles, through great worlds had sought Though but a foot of ground to plant our feet, Where Thou wert not. And only when we found in earth and air, In heaven or hell that such might nowhere be— That we could not flee from Thee anywhere, We fled to Thee.
200. oldal - Wouldst thou go forth to bless, be sure of thine own ground, Fix well thy centre first, then draw thy circles round.
267. oldal - Dig channels for the streams of Love, Where they may broadly run ; And Love has overflowing streams To fill them every one.
65. oldal - A wretched thing it were, to have our heart Like a thronged highway or a populous street; •Where every idle thought has leave to meet, Pause, or pass on, as in an open mart; Or like some roadside pool, which no nice art Has guarded that the cattle may not beat And foul it with a multitude of feet, Till of the heavens it can give back no part.
135. oldal - He used often to say, that if he were to choose a place to die in, it should be an inn; it looking like a pilgrim's going home, to whom this world was all as an inn, and who was weary of the noise and confusion in it. He added, that the officious tenderness and care of friends was an entanglement to a dying man; and that the unconcerned attendance of those that could be procured in such a place would give less disturbance. And he obtained what he desired, for he died at the Bell Inn in Warwick Lane.
207. oldal - Why win we not at once what we in prayer require ? That we may learn great things as greatly to desire. The tasks, the joys of earth, the same in heaven will be ; Only the little brook has widened to a sea.
61. oldal - But side by side they flow, Two fountains flowing from one smitten heart, And oft-times scarcely to be known apart — That gladness and that woe ; Two fountains from one source, Or which from two such neighbouring sources run, That aye for him who shall unseal the one, The other flows perforce. And both are sweet and calm, Fair flowers upon the banks of either blow, Both fertilize the soil, and where they flow. Shed round them holy balm.
110. oldal - ENGLAND, we love thee better than we know— And this I learned, when after wanderings long 'Mid people of another stock and tongue, I heard again thy martial music blow, And saw thy gallant children to and fro Pace, keeping ward at one of those huge gates, Which like twin giants watch the Herculean straits...

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