The Professor at the Breakfast-table: With the Story of IrisTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 410 pages |
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Page 403 - Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day ; Star of our hope, Thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night. 3 Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn ; Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn ; Our rainbow arch Thy mercy's sign ; All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine.
Page 356 - Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, "Thou art near ! " 3 When drooping pleasure turns to grief.
Page 229 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
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Page 356 - O Love Divine, that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, On Thee we cast each earthborn care, We smile at pain while Thou art near ! Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near...
Page 365 - Her sails hung unfilled, her streamers were drooping, she had neither sidewheel nor stern- wheel; still she moved on, stately, in serene triumph, as if with her own life. But I knew that on the other side of the ship, hidden beneath the great...
Page 221 - Hook of Holland's " shelf of sand, And grated soon with lifting keel The sullen shores of Fatherland. No home for these ! — too well they knew The mitred king behind the throne ; — The sails were set, the pennons flew, And westward ho ! for worlds unknown.
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