Leonore and the little countess, Том 486

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Страница 64 - Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on ! The night is dark and I am far from home; Lead thou me on ! Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.
Страница 77 - THE world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest ; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is his who skills of comfort best ; Whom by the softest step and gentlest tone Enfeebled spirits own, And love to raise the languid eye, When, like an angel's wing, they feel him fleeting by...
Страница 6 - Hues of their own, fresh borrow'd from the heart. And well it is for us our GOD should feel Alone our secret throbbings : so our prayer May readier spring to Heaven, nor spend its zeal On cloud-born idols of this lower air. For if one heart in perfect sympathy Beat with another, answering love for love, Weak mortals, all entranced, on earth would lie, Nor listen for those purer strains above.
Страница 242 - Nature hath assigned Two sovereign remedies for human grief: Religion, surest, firmest, first and best, Strength to the weak, and to the wounded balm ; And strenuous action next.
Страница 123 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Страница 67 - DEARLY beloved, know this, that Almighty God is the Lord of life and death, and of all things to them pertaining ; as youth, strength, health, age, weakness, and sickness. Wherefore, whatsoever your sickness is, know you certainly, that it is God's visitation.
Страница 134 - She fair, — he full of bashfulness and truth, Loved much, hoped little, and desired naught; He durst not speak, by suit to purchase ruth, — She saw not, marked not, wist not what he sought; Thus loved, thus served he long, but not regarded, — Unseen, unmarked, unpitied, unrewarded.
Страница 92 - SICKNESS. BLEST sickness, with thy silent chain, And intervals of pain. Sitting in thy still corridor, We seem to Heaven's calm shore Brought near; and your sweet thoughts of peace Seem gales from lands where sorrows cease, And Hope hath nought to crave. And pains that shake this shed of clay— Stern searchers of decay! Full welcome are the thoughts ye bring, To seek a sheltering wing, Until be past life's tyranny; And of a frame from suffering free. Whose cradle is the grave.
Страница 196 - Though oft inaudible thy gentle word, While we regard not. Take me from the thrall Of passionate Hopes, be thou my All in All ; So may Obedience lead me by the hand Into thine inner shrine and secret hall.
Страница 25 - THE CURE FOR REGRET. WHEN tearful absence sits alone. Then deeds unkindly done, Woke by the stillness, come and cower Round memory's ivied tower. (Oh, 'tis the bird of saddest wing, In sorrow's twilight hovering !) Shall wounded spirit find relief From such a sacred grief? It is alone within Thy breast, Dear God of peace and rest, Bidding us leave with thee the past...

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