Reminiscences of the Life and Work of Edward A. Lawrence, JrFleming H. Revell Company, 1900 - 519 pagine |
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afternoon Baltimore beautiful Bible boat called camp Charity Organization Society Christ Christian Congregational Church Congregationalism dear mother delightful earnest East Windsor Hill Edward writes faith father feel felt friends gave give glad God's half past Hall hear heard heart Henry Ward Beecher hope impressed interest knew Lake Lawrence Lawrence's lecture letter Linden Home live look Marblehead Marblehead Neck meeting memory miles minister Miss mission missionary morning mountains never Ossinning passed pastor Phillips Academy Plattsburg pleasant pleasure Poughkeepsie prayer preached Prof Professor Raquette river rence river seemed sent Sept sermon Sing Sing sister Society soon soul speak spirit spoke strong Sunday sympathy Syracuse talk tell things Tholuck thought tion to-day told took walk week wish woods words wrote yesterday young
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Pagina 19 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Pagina 387 - Behold, the hire of the laborers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them which have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.
Pagina 502 - 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...
Pagina 171 - But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown ? K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my head ; Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen : my crown is called content ; A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.
Pagina 260 - Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.
Pagina 261 - And grieve not the holy Spirit of God, whereby ye are sealed unto the day of redemption. Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
Pagina 226 - Weeping at the feet and head, I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this, — "I am not the thing you kiss; Cease your tears, and let it lie; It was mine, it is not I.
Pagina 502 - I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last ! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness, and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Pagina 144 - For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And death's mild curfew shall from work assoil. God did anoint thee with his odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign; and he assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow-workers of the soil To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience...
Pagina 365 - Still, through our paltry stir and strife, Glows down the wished Ideal, And Longing moulds in clay what Life Carves in the marble Real...