The white rose of Chayleigh, Volume 3;Volume 37


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Pagina 245 - He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall; but they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
Pagina 313 - Though mixed with God and Nature thou, I seem to love thee more and more. Far off thou art, but ever nigh; I have thee still, and I rejoice; I prosper, circled with thy voice; I shall not lose thee though I die.
Pagina 39 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Pagina 297 - And in this twofold sphere the twofold man (For still the artist is intensely a man) Holds firmly by the natural to reach The spiritual beyond it, fixes still The type with mortal vision to pierce through, With eyes immortal to the...
Pagina 39 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on...
Pagina 312 - ... which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the vail...
Pagina 311 - Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord : Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours: and their works do follow them.
Pagina 241 - With woodbine, many a perfume breathed From plants that wake when others sleep, From timid jasmine buds, that keep Their odour to themselves all day, But, when the sunlight dies away, Let the delicious secret out To every breeze that roams about...

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