Readings from Lectures to Working MenJ. H. Micklem, 1867 - 12 sider |
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Side 7
... breath . Scores upon scores of half naked men , as black as Cerberus himself , are hurrying to and fro , and look like imps attendant on the slum- bering demons . The whole scene cloys on an excitable imagination , and makes one feel as ...
... breath . Scores upon scores of half naked men , as black as Cerberus himself , are hurrying to and fro , and look like imps attendant on the slum- bering demons . The whole scene cloys on an excitable imagination , and makes one feel as ...
Side 9
... breath of revelry and riot , and the hot tongues of myriads of heedless and neglected men are blazing with oaths and roaring blasphemy . Glass after glass of liquid fire streams down the scalding throats of squalid myriads , and the ...
... breath of revelry and riot , and the hot tongues of myriads of heedless and neglected men are blazing with oaths and roaring blasphemy . Glass after glass of liquid fire streams down the scalding throats of squalid myriads , and the ...
Side 27
... breathe a silent prayer to God to keep her feet from falling , while he told her of the strange and sore temptations of his youth - how sin and folly twined their web about his feet , and often banished from his thoughts his mother's ...
... breathe a silent prayer to God to keep her feet from falling , while he told her of the strange and sore temptations of his youth - how sin and folly twined their web about his feet , and often banished from his thoughts his mother's ...
Side 28
... breathing of the Eolian harp , as it greets us with its plaintive sigh . But the tenderest strains that ever wake the soul , the noblest music that can move the human spirit , is the throbbing of a great and earnest heart . This , after ...
... breathing of the Eolian harp , as it greets us with its plaintive sigh . But the tenderest strains that ever wake the soul , the noblest music that can move the human spirit , is the throbbing of a great and earnest heart . This , after ...
Side 30
... breathing of her slumbering baby in the cot , she calls the joyous little fellow to her , and , as she smooths the tangled hair from his fair forehead and looks into his lustrous eyes , she pictures him upon the wild and roaring deep ...
... breathing of her slumbering baby in the cot , she calls the joyous little fellow to her , and , as she smooths the tangled hair from his fair forehead and looks into his lustrous eyes , she pictures him upon the wild and roaring deep ...
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Side 12 - I need Thy presence every passing hour : What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, LORD, abide with me.
Side 12 - When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O, abide with me ! Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away, Change and decay in all around I see ; O, Thou...
Side 59 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss, — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Side 59 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes...
Side 12 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away : Change and decay in all around I see ; 0 Thou Who changest not, abide with me.
Side 12 - Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
Side 70 - He that from dross would win the precious ore, Bends o'er the crucible an earnest eye, The subtle, searching process to explore, Lest the one brilliant moment should pass by, When in the molten silver's virgin mass He meets his pictured face, as in a glass. Thus in God's furnace are his people tried ; Thrice happy they who to the end endure ; But who the fiery trial may abide ? — Who from the crucible come forth so pure, That He, whose eyes of flame look through the whole, May see his image perfect...
Side 37 - tis wiser than sitting aside, And dreaming and sighing and waiting the tide. In life's earnest battle they only prevail — Who daily march onward, and never say fail!
Side 12 - Come not in terrors, as the King of kings; But kind and good, with healing in thy wings, Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.
Side 107 - Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child. Ev'n should I fall o'er the broken bridge passing, Or stray in the marshes, by false lights beguiled, Still will my Father, with promise and blessing, Take to His bosom the poor orphan child.