Life and Letters of Frederick W. Robertson, M.A.: Incumbent of Trinity Chapel, Brighton, 1847-53, Volume 1 |
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Page 356 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 205 - That the blood of all the prophets, which was shed from the foundation of the world, may be required of this generation...
Page 162 - Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Page 171 - Master, I have brought unto thee my son, which hath a dumb spirit; 18 And wheresoever he taketh him, he teareth him: and he foameth, and gnasheth with his teeth, and pineth away : and I spake to thy disciples that they should cast him out; and they could not. 19 He answereth him, and saith, O faithless generation, how long shall I be with you? how long shall I suffer you? bring him unto me.
Page 47 - The tears into his eyes were brought. And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
Page 313 - Bolton, on the field of Wharf, A. stately Priory ! " The stately Priory was reared ; And Wharf, as he moved along, To matins joined a mournful voice, Nor failed at even-song. And the Lady prayed in heaviness That looked not for relief ! But slowly did her succour come, And a patience to her grief. Oh ! there is never sorrow of heart That shall lack a timely end, If but to God we turn, and ask Of Him to be our friend.
Page 313 - Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant ; More life and fuller, that we want ; No heart in which was healthful breath, Has ever truly longed for death.
Page 256 - Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart ; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, 1 So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 66 - Whom have I in heaven but thee : and there is none upon earth that I desire in comparison of thee ? My flesh and my heart faileth : but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.
Page 112 - It is an awful moment when the soul begins to find that the props on which it has blindly rested so long are, many of them, rotten, and begins to suspect them all ; when it begins to feel the nothingness of many of the traditionary opinions which 112 THE DARK HOUR. have been received with implicit confidence, and in that horrible insecurity begins also to doubt whether there be anything to believe at all.