Eagle Hill; Or, Selections in Prose and Verse, Chiefly OriginalAmerican Sunday-school Union, 1848 - 216 pagina's |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 58 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Pagina 197 - From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Pagina 81 - For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.
Pagina 16 - The Lord is slow to anger, and great in power, and will not at all acquit the wicked: the Lord hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet.
Pagina 58 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act — act in the living...
Pagina 58 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Pagina 22 - Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb : for the great day of his wrath is come, and who shall be able to stand ?
Pagina 204 - Among the beautiful pictures That hang on memory's wall, Is one of a dim old forest, That seemeth best of all. Not for its gnarled oaks olden, Dark with the mistletoe ; Not for the violets golden That sprinkle the vale below; Not for the milk-white lilies That lean from the fragrant hedge...
Pagina 51 - In all time of our tribulation; in all time of our wealth ; in the hour of death, and in the day of judgment, Good Lord, deliver us.
Pagina 16 - The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.