Haworth -- Past and Present: A History of Haworth, Stanbury & Oxenhope

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J.S. Jowett, 1879 - Haworth (England) - 184 pages
 

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Page 177 - love them all! A little and a lone green lane That opened on a common wide ; A distant, dreamy, dim, blue chain Of mountains circling every side. A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hush'd an air,
Page 179 - taken our delight, Our treasured hope away; Thou bidst us now weep through the night, And sorrow through the day. These weary hours will not be lost, These days of misery, These nights of darkness, anguish tost, Can I but turn to Thee. With secret labour to sustain In humble patience every blow; To gather fortitude from pain, And hope and
Page 169 - head fomented and cared for by the very Emily herself. The generous dog owed her no grudge; he loved her dearly ever after; he walked first among the mourners to her funeral; he slept moaning for nights at the door of her empty room ; and never, so to speak, rejoiced, dog fashion, after her death.
Page 179 - might lie, To toil among the busy throng, With purpose pure and high. But God has fixed another part, And he has fixed it well; I said so with my bleeding heart When first the anguish fell.
Page 169 - She went up stairs, and Tabby and Charlotte stood in the gloomy passage below, full of the dark shadows of coming night. Downstairs came Emily dragging after her the unwilling 'Keeper,' his hind legs set in a heavy attitude of resistance, held by the
Page 176 - There is a spot, mid barren hills, Where winter howls, and driving rain; But, if the dreary tempest chills, There is a light that warms again. The house is old, the trees are bare, Moonless above bends twilight's dome;
Page 179 - turn to Thee. With secret labour to sustain In humble patience every blow; To gather fortitude from pain, And hope and happiness from woe. Then let me serve Thee from my heart, Whatever be my written fate, Whether thus early to depart, Or yet a little while to wait. Should death be standing at the gate; Thus should I keep my vow;
Page 178 - dreadful doom is past To life and light arise. I ask not how remote the day, Nor what the sinners' woe, Before their dross is purged away; Enough for me to know, That when the cup of wrath is drained, The metal purified, They'll cling to what they once disdained, And live by Him that died.
Page 65 - for the preacher, he stood up and interrupted him, saying with a loud voice, ' Oh sir, for God's sake do not speak so, I pray you do not flatter them ; I fear the greater part of them are going to hell with their eyes open.
Page 90 - and after the requisite visits from their officers, obtained a recommendation that all future interments in the churchyard should be forbidden, a new grave-yard opened on the hill-side, and means set on foot for obtaining a water-supply to each house, instead of the weary, hard-worked housewives having to carry every bucketful

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