Essays, Philanthropic & Moral: Principally Relating to the Abolition of Slavery in America

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T. E. Chapman, 1845 - 120 pages
 

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Page 15 - Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity it profiteth me nothing.
Page 92 - Rachel weeping for her children, and refusing to be comforted, because they are not.
Page 102 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
Page 38 - Lucy had (and it was a consolation) clung to the belief that, despite of appearances and his own confession, his past life had not been such as to place him without the pale...
Page 41 - More mortal than the common births of Fate. Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic comfort, and cuts down The fairest bloom of sublunary bliss.
Page 33 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Page 23 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again ; The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 51 - Her step, as in obedience to an impulse or a signal, would not waken an insect ; if she speaks, her accents are a soft echo of natural harmony, most delicious to the sick man's ear, conveying all that sound can convey of pity, comfort, and devotion ; and thus, night after night, she tends him like a creature sent from a higher world : when all earthly watchfulness has failed, her eye never winked, her mind never palled, her nature, that at other times is weakness, now gaining a superhuman strength...
Page 79 - IT was a beautiful turn given by a great lady, who being asked where her husband was, when he lay concealed for hav.ing been deeply concerned in a conspiracy, resolutely answered that she had hidden him.
Page 73 - Thou shall have fame ! Oh, mockery ! give the reed From storms a shelter — give the drooping vine Something round which its tendrils may entwine — Give the parched flower a rain-drop, and the meed Of love's kind words to woman!

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