Sunday readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. CarpenterJoseph Edwards Carpenter 1866 |
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... hands ; Go - disobey not on your life , Or henceforth you're no more my wife . " The treat was serv'd , the Squire was gone , The murm'ring lady din'd alone ; She saw whate'er could grace a feast , Or charm the eye , or please the taste ...
... hands ; Go - disobey not on your life , Or henceforth you're no more my wife . " The treat was serv'd , the Squire was gone , The murm'ring lady din'd alone ; She saw whate'er could grace a feast , Or charm the eye , or please the taste ...
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... hand , and upon my touching any part of the web , would immediately leave its hole , prepared either for a defence or an attack . THE STRAY SHEEP . MRS . PARTON . " HE's going the wrong way - straying from the true fold - going off the ...
... hand , and upon my touching any part of the web , would immediately leave its hole , prepared either for a defence or an attack . THE STRAY SHEEP . MRS . PARTON . " HE's going the wrong way - straying from the true fold - going off the ...
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... hand which , a moment before , had been raised in supplication to heaven . He had seen the purse - strings relax at the bidding of worldliness , and tighten at the call of charity . He had seen principle sacrificed to policy , and duty ...
... hand which , a moment before , had been raised in supplication to heaven . He had seen the purse - strings relax at the bidding of worldliness , and tighten at the call of charity . He had seen principle sacrificed to policy , and duty ...
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... hands are black , his face not fair , He's not well - favoured , that we know , Yet no one has a fairer heart Than our son Jo ! He gives us bit , he gives us sup , For us as well as him doth flow The stream of all he has ; our cup He ...
... hands are black , his face not fair , He's not well - favoured , that we know , Yet no one has a fairer heart Than our son Jo ! He gives us bit , he gives us sup , For us as well as him doth flow The stream of all he has ; our cup He ...
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... hands are shaky now And feeble is his voice ; O meet his little wants , and try To make his soul rejoice . Be kind to poor old granny there With wrinkles on her brow , - She once was young and beautiful , Ah , e'en as thou art now . But ...
... hands are shaky now And feeble is his voice ; O meet his little wants , and try To make his soul rejoice . Be kind to poor old granny there With wrinkles on her brow , - She once was young and beautiful , Ah , e'en as thou art now . But ...
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Page 118 - If Time be of all Things the most precious, wasting Time must be, as Poor Richard says, the greatest Prodigality; since, as he elsewhere tells us, Lost Time is never found again; and what we call Time enough, always proves little enough...
Page 175 - Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 214 - ... offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid. And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whisper'd praise. At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips...
Page 213 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 137 - Or let him take hold of my strength, that he may make peace with me; and he shall make peace with me.
Page 115 - No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights ; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection — when the sudden anguish and the convulsive agony over the present ruins of all that we most loved is softened away into pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness — who would root out such a sorrow from the heart...
Page 122 - When you have bought one fine thing, you must buy ten more, that your appearance may be all of a piece ; but Poor Dick says, ' It is easier to suppress the first desire, than to satisfy all that follow it.
Page 38 - God might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak tree and the cedar tree, Without a flower at all.
Page 118 - Richard say, one today is worth two tomorrows, and farther, have you somewhat to do tomorrow, do it today. If you were a servant, would you not be ashamed that a good master should catch you idle? Are you then your own master, be ashamed to catch yourself idle, as Poor Dick says.
Page 24 - The tree of deepest root is found Least willing still to quit the ground ; 'Twas therefore said by ancient sages, That love of life increased with years. So much, that in our latter stages, When pains grow sharp and sickness rages, The greatest love of life appears.