Lighted Lore for Gentle Folk

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Morningside Publishing Company, 1902 - Počet stran: 305

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Strana 171 - Order is Heaven's first law ; and, this confessed, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, More rich, more wise : but who infers from hence That such are happier shocks all commonsense.
Strana 128 - Parts it may ravage, but preserves the whole. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but Passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, .He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
Strana 293 - Shall shape and shadow overflow, I cannot feel that thou art far, Since near at need the angels are; And when the sunset gates unbar, Shall I not see thee waiting stand, And, white against the evening star, The welcome of thy beckoning hand?
Strana 133 - The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns, more or less, and glows, in every heart : The proud, to gain it, toils on toils endure ; The modest shun it, but to make it sure.
Strana 132 - Let me write the songs of a people, and I care not who makes their laws.
Strana 104 - THINK the first virtue is to restrain the tongue; he approaches nearest to the gods who knows how to be silent, even though he is in the right.
Strana 171 - True happiness is of a retired nature, and an enemy to pomp and noise; it arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one's self; and, in the next, from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions; it loves shade and solitude, and naturally haunts groves and fountains, fields and meadows; in short, it feels...
Strana 110 - Pride, like ambition, is sometimes virtuous and sometimes vicious, according to the character in which it is found, and the object to which it is directed.
Strana 219 - God hath made of one blood all the nations of the earth...
Strana 89 - This is thy work, almighty Providence ! Whose power, beyond the stretch of human thought, Revolves the orbs of empire; bids them sink Deep in the deadning night of thy displeasure, Or rise majestic o'er a wondering world.

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