The Life and Work of Earnest Men

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Poe & Hitchcock, 1864 - 456 sider
 

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Side 13 - For behold this selfsame thing, that ye sorrowed after a godly sort, what carefulness it wrought in you, yea, what clearing of yourselves, yea, what indignation, yea, what fear, yea, what vehement desire, yea, what zeal, yea, what revenge ! In all things ye have approved yourselves to be clear in this matter.
Side 171 - All sacrifices do but speed forward that great day, when the knowledge of the Lord shall cover the earth as the waters cover the sea.
Side 295 - Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Side 151 - But with me it is a very small thing that I should be judged of you, or of man's judgment : yea, I judge not mine own self. For I know nothing by myself; yet am I not hereby justified : but He that judgeth me is the Lord.
Side 327 - I remember," says Mr. Webster, in an autobiographical memorandum of his boyhood, "the very hill which we were ascending, through deep snows, in a New England sleigh, when my father made known this purpose to me. I could not speak. How could he, I thought, with so large a family and in such narrow circumstances, think of incurring so great an expense for me. A warm glow ran all over me, and I laid my head on my father's shoulder and wept.
Side 163 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light. Thy torch doth show the way.
Side 239 - TUSCAN, that wanderest through the realms of gloom. With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes, Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise, Like Farinata from his fiery tomb. Thy sacred song is like the trump of doom; Yet in thy heart what human sympathies, What soft compassion glows, as in the skies The tender stars their clouded lamps relume!
Side 411 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. "Kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman blood.
Side 423 - God far from the confines of Egypt. If you forgive me, I rejoice : if you are angry, I can bear it ; the die is cast, the book is written, to be read either now or by posterity, I care not which. I may well wait a century for a reader, as God has waited six thousand years for an observer.
Side 13 - Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.

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