Ersilia: or, The ordeal

T. Cautley Newby, 1867 - 406 ページ

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377 ページ - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
261 ページ - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
357 ページ - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
377 ページ - I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. There let my way appear Steps unto heaven, All that Thou sendest me In mercy given : Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
377 ページ - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
101 ページ - And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows? XLIII. If Sleep and Death be truly one, And every spirit's folded bloom Thro...
375 ページ - I should (said he) Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature : So both should losers be. Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness : Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast.
22 ページ - In her utmost lightness there is truth — and often she speaks lightly ; And she has a grace in being gay, which even mournful souls approve ; For the root of some grave earnest thought is understruck so rightly, As to justify the foliage and the waving flowers above.
380 ページ - They had never heard the consolatory promise, " though thy sins be as " scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though " they be like crimson, they shall be as wool," or been taught " the blessedness of that man " whose iniquities are forgiven, and whose sins
293 ページ - A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.