Chaplain Fuller: Being a Life Sketch of a New England Clergyman and Army Chaplain

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Walker, Wise and Company, 1863 - 342 страници
 

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Страница 335 - Begin then, sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Страница 2 - But they are dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven !" Twas throwing words away ; for still The little Maid would have her will. And said, " Nay, we are seven !" * And all the summer dry.— Edit.
Страница 205 - And the inhabitant shall not say, I am sick : the people that dwell therein shall be forgiven their iniquity.
Страница 57 - THESE are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name— The Prairies. I behold them for the first, And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness.
Страница 213 - Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to thee in the name of the LORD of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.
Страница 126 - No matter in what language his doom may have been pronounced; no matter what complexion incompatible with freedom, an Indian or an African sun may have...
Страница 132 - Unargued I obey : so God ordains ; God is thy law, thou mine : to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise.
Страница 183 - And the Lord will create upon every dwelling place of mount Zion, and upon her assemblies, a cloud and smoke by day, and the shining of a flaming fire by night : for upon all the glory shall be a defence. And there shall be a tabernacle for a shadow in the daytime from the heat, and for a place of refuge, and for a covert from storm and from rain.
Страница 320 - Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure, That we may lift from out of dust A voice as unto him that hears, A cry above the conquer'd years To one that with us works, and trust, With faith that comes of self-control, The truths that never can be proved Until we close with all we loved, And all we flow from, soul in soul.
Страница 204 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.

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