The Repository, Volumes 51-52Universalist Publishing House, 1874 - Universalism |
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... heard him re- mark that the bitterest rebellion against fate he ever knew was in riding past this college , whose lofty walls mocked his vision , blinded with tears , for many a mile . It is by no means the only instance in which ...
... heard him re- mark that the bitterest rebellion against fate he ever knew was in riding past this college , whose lofty walls mocked his vision , blinded with tears , for many a mile . It is by no means the only instance in which ...
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... heard him speak of the feeling with which he went back to the Bible he had scarcely opened since his sister's death , and opened it at random , half reckless and half superstitious as to what his eye might first see . The text was this ...
... heard him speak of the feeling with which he went back to the Bible he had scarcely opened since his sister's death , and opened it at random , half reckless and half superstitious as to what his eye might first see . The text was this ...
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... heard him speak of riding through the finest street of Cleveland with a relative , who was urging him , almost beyond re- sistance to a partnership in business . He had promised that it should be worth to him , from the beginning , ten ...
... heard him speak of riding through the finest street of Cleveland with a relative , who was urging him , almost beyond re- sistance to a partnership in business . He had promised that it should be worth to him , from the beginning , ten ...
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... by Hulda's angelic face and nature ? Or is it only the Aurora Borealis , which in these high latitudes is more magnificent than southern sunsets ? May Whitney Hall " I stood within the city disinterred , And heard The Last Yule - Clap . 31.
... by Hulda's angelic face and nature ? Or is it only the Aurora Borealis , which in these high latitudes is more magnificent than southern sunsets ? May Whitney Hall " I stood within the city disinterred , And heard The Last Yule - Clap . 31.
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... heard the autumnal leaves , like light footfalls Of spirits passing through the streets ; and heard The mountain's slumberous voice at intervals Thrill through those roofless halls . " W VE started early from Sorrento for we had a long ...
... heard the autumnal leaves , like light footfalls Of spirits passing through the streets ; and heard The mountain's slumberous voice at intervals Thrill through those roofless halls . " W VE started early from Sorrento for we had a long ...
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Page 132 - And the fear of you and the dread of you shall be upon every beast of the earth, and upon every fowl of the air, upon all that moveth upon the earth, and upon all the fishes of the sea; into your hand are they delivered.
Page 165 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 185 - The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the aspect of a guide or genius ; for it commonly operates revolutions in our way of life, terminates an epoch of infancy or of youth which was waiting to be closed, breaks up a wonted occupation, or a household, or style of living, and allows the formation of new ones more friendly to the growth of character.
Page 165 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Page 472 - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true?
Page 185 - And yet the compensations of calamity are made apparent to the understanding also, after long intervals of time. A fever, a mutilation, a cruel disappointment, a loss of wealth, a loss of friends, seems at the moment unpaid loss, and unpayable. But the sure years reveal the deep remedial force that underlies all facts. The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the. aspect of a guide or genius ; for it commonly...
Page 438 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Page 250 - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
Page 165 - Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Page 303 - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want.