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... felt . And sermon - writing is a task that is divided into many stages . You begin afresh every week : you come to an end every week . are writing a book , the end appears very far away . If you find that although you do your best , you ...
... felt . And sermon - writing is a task that is divided into many stages . You begin afresh every week : you come to an end every week . are writing a book , the end appears very far away . If you find that although you do your best , you ...
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... felt , though probably holding very antagonistic views : then come the good talks ' with delighted Johnson : genial evenings , and long walks of afternoons . The daily post is a daily strong sensation , sometimes pleasing , sometimes ...
... felt , though probably holding very antagonistic views : then come the good talks ' with delighted Johnson : genial evenings , and long walks of afternoons . The daily post is a daily strong sensation , sometimes pleasing , sometimes ...
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... felt . And wherein lies that power , but just in his skill to put things - in his power of truthful representation ? Sydney Smith was once talking with an Irish Roman Catholic priest about the proposal to endow the Romish Church in ...
... felt . And wherein lies that power , but just in his skill to put things - in his power of truthful representation ? Sydney Smith was once talking with an Irish Roman Catholic priest about the proposal to endow the Romish Church in ...
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... felt the magic of the art of putting things . All children are restless . It is impos- sible for them to remain still , and we all know how a child in a study worries the busy scholar . All admoni- tions to keep quiet failed ; it was ...
... felt the magic of the art of putting things . All children are restless . It is impos- sible for them to remain still , and we all know how a child in a study worries the busy scholar . All admoni- tions to keep quiet failed ; it was ...
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... forgotten ; and we just felt that we had done wrong , and there was no use trying to justify it . The noble use of the power of putting things , is when a man employs that power to give tenfold force to ART OF PUTTING THINGS . 45.
... forgotten ; and we just felt that we had done wrong , and there was no use trying to justify it . The noble use of the power of putting things , is when a man employs that power to give tenfold force to ART OF PUTTING THINGS . 45.
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Page 174 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 110 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
Page 128 - There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.
Page 226 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more...
Page 412 - Twill murmur on a thousand years, And flow as now it flows. "And here, on this delightful day, I cannot choose but think How oft, a vigorous man, I lay Beside this fountain's brink. "My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
Page 187 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Page 295 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Page 329 - O that I had wings like a dove, then would I flee away and be at rest — Ps.
Page 122 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Page 305 - From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas — Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides : Fair these broad meads, &c.