Cairnforth & Sons: A TaleSociety for Promoting Christian Knowledge, 1885 - 320 pages |
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Page 210 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LVI. 'So careful of the type?
Page 233 - The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath: I curse not nature, no, nor death; For nothing is that errs from law. We pass; the path that each man trod Is dim, or will be dim, with weeds : What fame is left for human deeds In endless age ? It rests with God.
Page 321 - A Brave Fight. Being a narrative of the many Trials of Master 'William Lee, Inventor. By the Rev. EN HOARE. With Three full-page Woodcuts. Crown 8vo Cloth boards 2 o A Dream of Reubens. By AUSTIN CLARE, author of "The Carved Cartoon,
Page 90 - Are there not, Festus, are there not. dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver, One — when, a beggar, he prepares to plunge, One — when, a prince, he rises with his pearl ? Festus, I plunge ! Fest.
Page 217 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu...
Page 1 - O is there aught that such as Thou Would'st take from such as I ? Are there no briars across Thy pathway thrust, Are there no thorns that compass it about ? Nor any stones that Thou wilt deign to trust My hands to gather out...