Very successful!, Volume 2; Volume 178

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Page 239 - Comes when the night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun ; Noiselessly as the spring-time Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Unfold their thousand leaves: So without sound of music Or voice of them that wept, Silently down from the mountain's crown The great procession swept.
Page 240 - With the incarnate Son of God. O lonely tomb in Moab's land! O dark Beth-peor's hill! Speak to these curious hearts of ours, And teach them to be still. God hath his mysteries of grace, Ways that we cannot tell; He hides them deep, like the secret sleep Of him he loved so well.
Page 242 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart...
Page 238 - So Moses the servant of the LORD died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the LORD. And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor: but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.
Page 115 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...
Page 239 - Comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek, Grows into the great sun ; Noiselessly as the spring-time Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves ; So without sound of music, Or voice of them that wept, Silently down from the mountain's crown The great procession swept. Perchance the bald old eagle, On grey Beth-Peor's height, Out of his lonely eyrie, Looked on the wondrous sight ; Perchance the lion stalking, Still shuns...
Page 240 - Traced with his golden pen On the deathless page truths half so sage As he wrote down for men. And had he not high...
Page 240 - This was the bravest warrior That ever buckled sword ; This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word ; And never earth's philosopher Traced with his golden pen On the deathless page truths half so sage As he wrote down for men.
Page 239 - Still shuns that hallowed spot, For beast and bird have seen and heard That which man knoweth not. But, when the warrior dieth, His comrades in the war, With arms reversed and muffled drum, Follow the funeral car; They show the banners taken, They tell his battles won, And after him lead his masterless steed, While peals the minute gun.
Page 184 - ... oppressed, and tell them of the consolations of religion. I have often tried this method," he adds, "and have always found it the best medicine for a heavy heart.

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