The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Author's pocket-vol. ed, Volume 9 |
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Page 133 - And Ahab spake unto Naboth, saying, Give me thy vineyard, that I may have it for a garden of herbs, because it is near unto my house : and I will give thee for it a better vineyard than it ; or, if it seem good to thee, I will give thee the worth of it in money.
Page 38 - Woe to him that buildeth a town with blood, and stablisheth a city by iniquity...
Page 133 - So she wrote letters in Ahab's name, and sealed them with his seal, and sent the letters unto the elders and to the nobles that were in his city, dwelling with Naboth.
Page 133 - Naboth said to Ahab, The Lord forbid it me, that I should give the inheritance of my fathers unto thee.
Page 124 - When I do not forgive them. MARTHA (kneeling on the hearth). God forgive you ! COREY. I will not make believe ! I say, to-night There 's something thwarts me when I wish to pray, And thrusts into my mind, instead of prayers, Hate and revenge, and things that are not prayers. Something of my old self, — my old, bad life, — And the old Adam in me, rises up, And will not let me pray. I am afraid The Devil hinders me. You know I say Just what I think, aiid nothing more nor less, And, when I pray,...
Page 89 - T was but a village then : the goodman ploughed His ample acres under sun or cloud ; The goodwife at her doorstep sat and spun, And gossiped with her neighbours in the sun ; The only men of dignity and state Were then the Minister and the Magistrate, Who ruled their little realm with iron rod, Less in the love than in the fear of God ; And who believed devoutly in the Powers Of Darkness, working in this world of ours, In spells of Witchcraft, incantations dread, And shrouded apparitions of the dead....
Page 1 - O day of rest ! How beautiful, how fair, How welcome to the weary and the old ! Day of the Lord ! and truce to earthly cares ! Day of the Lord, as all our days should be...
Page 10 - A word that has been said may be unsaid : It is but air. But when a deed is done It cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts Reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.
Page 7 - Let us, then, labour for an inward stillness, — An inward stillness and an inward healing ; That perfect silence where the lips and heart Are still, and we no longer entertain Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions, But God alone speaks in us, and we wait In singleness of heart, that we may know His will, and in the silence of our spirits, That we may do His will, and do that only...
Page 49 - The world is full of care, much like unto a bubble; Women and care, and care and women, and women and care and trouble.