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Page 394 - GOD might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. "We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine, and toil, And yet have had no flowers.
Page 37 - What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 74 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 212 - We may live without poetry music, and art ; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books ; But civilized man cannot live without cooks.
Page 446 - The deser', forest, cavern, breaker's foam, Were unto him companionship ; they spake A mutual language, clearer than the tome Of his land's tongue, which he would oft forsake For Nature's pages glass'd by sunbeams on the lake.
Page 41 - I hear the tread of pioneers Of nations yet to be ; The first low wash of waves, when.- soon Shall roll a human sea.
Page 330 - And verily, verily I say unto you, that whatsoever you seal on earth, shall be sealed in heaven; and whatsoever you bind on earth, in my name, and by my word, saith the Lord, it shall be eternally bound in the heavens...
Page 327 - If thou hast crush'da flower, The root may not be blighted ; If thou hast quench'da lamp, Once more it may be lighted ; But on thy harp or on thy lute, The string which thou hast broken, Shall never in sweet sound again Give to thy touch a token...
Page 72 - From their foundations loosening to and fro They plucked the seated hills with all their load, ROCKS, waters, woods, and by the shaggy tops Uplifting bore them in their hands : amaze, Be sure, and terror, seized the rebel host, When coming towards them so dread they saw The bottom of the mountains upward turned ; Till on those cursed engines...
Page 81 - f can't" is a dwarf, a poor> pale, puny imp, His eyes are half blind, and his walk is a limp ; He stumbles and falls or lies writhing with fear, Though dangers are distant, and succor is near.

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