The Guardian, Volume 5H. Harbaugh, 1854 - Conduct of life |
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... Happy Land -- A Prose Poem 176 Paying for the Whistle 155 Tears 184 Pursuit of Knowledge Under Difficul To My Mother 197 ties 157 The Templars 213 Poetry 188 The Bishop and the Birds 223 Pleasures of Religion 244 The Bat 231 Professor ...
... Happy Land -- A Prose Poem 176 Paying for the Whistle 155 Tears 184 Pursuit of Knowledge Under Difficul To My Mother 197 ties 157 The Templars 213 Poetry 188 The Bishop and the Birds 223 Pleasures of Religion 244 The Bat 231 Professor ...
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... happy one when it is a Christian family . We would stimulate all young per- sons to seek after sound knowledge , after purity of character , after " sefulness in the world , after holiness of life , and after the bliss of heaven . O ye ...
... happy one when it is a Christian family . We would stimulate all young per- sons to seek after sound knowledge , after purity of character , after " sefulness in the world , after holiness of life , and after the bliss of heaven . O ye ...
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... happy for them . I choose not they should be married to earthly , coveteous kindred : and of cities and towns of commerce , beware : the world is apt to stick close to those who have lived and got their wealth there : a country life and ...
... happy for them . I choose not they should be married to earthly , coveteous kindred : and of cities and towns of commerce , beware : the world is apt to stick close to those who have lived and got their wealth there : a country life and ...
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... forgotten . Joy and glad- ness is not forbidden on such an occasion . It is a festive time , and the glow of happy hearts is not to be puritanically quenched ; and yet the joy must be so tempered and subdued 16 THE GUARDIAN .
... forgotten . Joy and glad- ness is not forbidden on such an occasion . It is a festive time , and the glow of happy hearts is not to be puritanically quenched ; and yet the joy must be so tempered and subdued 16 THE GUARDIAN .
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... happy hearts , and to sanctify their joy . THE UNGRATEFUL SON . " THE eye that mocketh at his father , the ravens of the valley shall pick it out . " Prov . xxx . , 17. This is a terrible denunciation against ingratitude to parents ...
... happy hearts , and to sanctify their joy . THE UNGRATEFUL SON . " THE eye that mocketh at his father , the ravens of the valley shall pick it out . " Prov . xxx . , 17. This is a terrible denunciation against ingratitude to parents ...
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Page 220 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Page 58 - For if there come unto your assembly a man with a gold ring, in goodly apparel, and there come in also a poor man in vile raiment ; and ye have respect to him that weareth the gay clothing, and say unto him, Sit thou here in a good place ; and say to the poor, Stand thou there, or sit here under my footstool : are ye not then partial in yourselves, and are become judges of evil thoughts...
Page 108 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Page 168 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Page 11 - And there went forth a wind from the LORD, and brought quails from the sea, and let them fall by the camp, as it were a day's journey on this side, and as it were a day's journey on the other side, round about the camp, and as it were two cubits high upon the face of the earth.
Page 33 - Chaldees' excellency, shall be as when God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah. It shall never be inhabited, neither shall it be dwelt in from generation to generation: neither shall the Arabian pitch tent there; neither shall the shepherds make their fold there. But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and Satyrs shall dance there.
Page 150 - Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me. "I am the vine, ye are the branches. He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit; for without me ye can do nothing.
Page 78 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 108 - Behold the picture ! Is it like ? — Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again ; pronounce a text ; Cry — hem ; and reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene...
Page 210 - twixt Now and Then! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along: — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide!