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Página 54 - Nulli se dicit mulier mea nubere malle quam mihi, non si se luppiter ipse petat. dicit; sed mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, in vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.
Página 16 - So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf, to make an apple pie ; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. What ! no soap?
Página 114 - Old Year, farewell. I watch thee dying, Struggling in weakness for thy latest breath ; I catch the lessons thou wouldst teach me, lying In the calm sleep of death ; And these thy last faint words, while morn doth brighten, — " Up and be doing ; lay in golden store ; Till the great harvest of the world shall whiten, And Time shall be no more.
Página 113 - The moon's cold light fell on the darkened bed, I heard the winds their Requiescat sighing Over his weary head. His work was done ; and like a warrior olden, The hard fight o'er, he laid his armour down, And passed all silent through the portal golden, Where gleams the victor's crown. What a strange life it was ! Oh, if the story Of all its joys and sorrows could be known, How would dark shadows, mingling with its glory, Round its whole course be thrown! How many tears have fallen hot and thickly...
Página 110 - Home,' — a place of calm and enduring rest in the mansions of his Father's house above. 'I thought of those whose struggles all were o'er, In the calm rest of God's untroubled sleep ; Of white-robed saints upon the tideless shore, Where none may toil or weep. And then I thought of that far better land, From every storm and darkening tempest free, Where never billow sobs upon the strand, For there is no more sea. • Until I almost longed to be at rest From life's exceeding sorrow and its care,...
Página 79 - ... Sighing like a furnace, in the hope that you may win her still. And losing health and appetite, and growing thin and thinner still ; Walking in the wet before her window or her door o' nights, And catching nothing but a cold, with waiting there a score o
Página 114 - O come quickly ; Our buried hopes restore ! " How many blessed gifts of truest gladness His own dear Hand has scattered on our way ! How oft His voice of love, amid our sadness, Turned darkness into day ! Old dying Year, thy memories a"re dearer Than any of thy grandsires gone before ; I feel as though thy waves had brought me nearer To the Eternal Shore. So here I bring its every sin and sorrow, Its deeds accomplished and its work undone, To His dear Cross, and wait the bright to-morrow, And the...
Página 114 - Round its whole course be thrown! How many tears have fallen hot and thickly ! How many wounded hearts, with anguish sore, Have uttered the deep longing, " O come quickly ; Our buried hopes restore ! " How many blessed gifts of truest gladness His own dear hand has scattered on our way ! How oft His voice of love, amid our sadness, Turned darkness into day ! Old dying Year, thy memories are dearer Than any of thy grandsires gone before ; I feel as though thy waves had brought me nearer To the Eternal...