The triplet of life, or A book of records for births, marriages, and deaths, with suitable passages for each. Selected and arranged by M.F.P. DunbarHatchards, 1883 - 406 pages |
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... MARRIAGES , AND DEATHS , With suitable Passages for each . Selected and Arranged BY MARY F. P. DUNBAR , · COMPILER OF THE SHAKESPEARE BIRTHDAY BOOK . ' ' I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuffs . ' WOTTON . LONDON ...
... MARRIAGES , AND DEATHS , With suitable Passages for each . Selected and Arranged BY MARY F. P. DUNBAR , · COMPILER OF THE SHAKESPEARE BIRTHDAY BOOK . ' ' I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuffs . ' WOTTON . LONDON ...
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... Marriage , and Death , are noticed each day by suitable pas- sages , either in poetry or prose , from various authors . The quotations for the Birthday portions refer principally to our path through life , with a suitable maxim for ...
... Marriage , and Death , are noticed each day by suitable pas- sages , either in poetry or prose , from various authors . The quotations for the Birthday portions refer principally to our path through life , with a suitable maxim for ...
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angels ANON April April 24 August beauty blessed blest bliss bright BUTLER'S Hudibras BYRON Changed Cross CHARLES DICKENS cheerful Christ dear death December divine DRELINCOURT duty earth Ecclesiasticus eternal faith February February 18 FRANCIS DE SALES gentle glorious glory God's gone happy hath heaven holy Hudibras husband J. S. B. MONsell January January 14 JEREMY TAYLOR June 24 life's light live LONGFELLOW Lord love thee MACDONALD March 26 marriage meet MILTON mind MOORE NATHANIEL COTTON never November November 22 o'er October P. B. SHELLEY Paradise peace PROFESSOR BLACKIE Proverbial Philosophy PUSEY R. C. TRENCH rest Saint's Tragedy saints Seasons September September 20 SHAKESPEARE shine smile Songs sorrow soul SOUTHEY spirit STEPHEN HAWES sweet SYDNEY thine things THOMAS A KEMPIS thou art Thou hast thyself true truth TUPPER unto weary wife Wisdom of Goethe woman WORDSWORTH YOUNG'S Night Thoughts
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Page 70 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me
Page 22 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Page 100 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, God-like erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seemed lords of all, And worthy seemed; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure— Severe, but in true filial freedom placed, Whence true authority in men...
Page 284 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Page 309 - Our life is two-fold : Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy...
Page 124 - Industry all easy, as Poor Richard says; and He that riseth late must trot all Day, and shall scarce overtake his Business at Night; while Laziness travels so slowly, that Poverty soon overtakes him...
Page 406 - Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
Page 96 - I stand, And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Page 110 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Page 48 - Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain : Were death denied, to live would not be life: Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign! Spring from our fetters, fasten in the skies, Where blooming Eden withers in our sight. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost! This king of terrors is the prince of peace.