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Seite 129 - \X7"ILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, * * Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done ; For I have more.
Seite 113 - FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Seite 15 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Seite 109 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So, calm are we when passions are no more: For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things so certain to be lost.
Seite 24 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Seite 101 - All which I took from thee, I did but take, Not for thy harms, But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms. All which thy child's mistake Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home: Rise, clasp My hand, and come!
Seite 33 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Seite 11 - Them hath he filled with wisdom of heart, to work all manner of work, of the engraver, and of the cunning workman, and of the embroiderer, in blue, and in purple, in scarlet, and in fine linen, and of the weaver, even of them that do any work, and of those that devise cunning work.