The Poughkeepsie Casket, Volume 2Killey & Lossing, 1839 |
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... might have had enough , enough For every want of ours , For luxury , medicine , and toil , And yet have had no flowers . The ore within the mountain's mine , Requireth none to grow , Nor doth it need the lotus - flower , To make the ...
... might have had enough , enough For every want of ours , For luxury , medicine , and toil , And yet have had no flowers . The ore within the mountain's mine , Requireth none to grow , Nor doth it need the lotus - flower , To make the ...
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Popular passages
Page 80 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own.
Page 54 - The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Page 54 - I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
Page 67 - And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and quaking, And pouring and roaring, And waving and raving...
Page 107 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade by the light, quivering aspen made ; when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou...
Page 98 - She heard me thus, and, though divinely brought, Yet innocence and virgin modesty, Her virtue, and the conscience of her worth, That would be...
Page 59 - Not in the least. He made himself a mean, dirty fellow for that very end. He has paid his health, his conscience, his liberty for it; and will you envy him his bargain ? Will you hang your head and blush in his presence because he outshines you in equipage and show ? Lift up your brow with a noble confidence, and say to yourself, I have not these things, it is true ; but it is because I have not sought, because I have not desired them; it is because I possess something better. I have chosen my lot....
Page 120 - Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves is as true of personal habits as of money.
Page 74 - I envy no quality of the mind or intellect in others ; not genius, power, wit, or fancy: but, if I could choose what would be most delightful, and, I believe, most useful to me, I should prefer a firm religious belief to every other blessing; for it makes life a discipline of goodness — creates new hopes, when all earthly hopes vanish ; and throws over the decay, the destruction of existence, the most gorgeous of all lights ; awakens life even in death, and from corruption and decay calls up beauty...
Page 102 - There rose a shuddering sob, As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain. Morn came — a blight had found The crimson velvet of the unfolding bud, The harp-strings rang a thrilling strain, and broke — And that young mother lay upon the earth In childless agony. Again the voice That stirred her vision : " He who asked of thee, Loveth a cheerful giver.