The Daily Remembrancer on Peace and War

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Страница 209 - And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low ; Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow ; Look now, for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : O rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing.
Страница 70 - Stay, lady, stay, for mercy's sake, And hear a helpless orphan's tale. Ah ! sure my looks must pity wake ; 'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy.
Страница 60 - Firm concord holds ; men only disagree Of creatures rational, though under hope Of heavenly grace...
Страница 141 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace...
Страница 209 - It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold : "Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, From heaven's all-gracious King!
Страница iv - But he turned, and rebuked them, and said, Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of. For the Son of man is not come to destroy men's lives, but to save them.
Страница 70 - ... pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And see the lighted windows flame ! To force me home my mother sought ; She could not bear to see my joy ; For with my father's life 'twas bought, And made me a poor orphan boy. " The people's shouts were long and loud, My mother, shuddering,...
Страница 25 - No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes; Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er; The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
Страница 182 - They felt it incumbent upon them to go out into the world, to be the light of the world and the salt of the earth.
Страница 147 - The Neighbors O no, no, — let me lie Not on a field of battle when I die! Let not the iron tread Of the mad war-horse crush my helmed head: Nor let the reeking knife, That I have drawn against a brother's life, Be in my hand when Death Thunders along, and tramples me beneath His heavy squadron's heels, Or gory felloes of his cannon's wheels.