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Page 136 - Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
Page 87 - A coat of mail that need not fear The downward point of many a spear That he hung on its margin far and near Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept. Wherever he breathed, wherever he...
Page 140 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 140 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 141 - 'but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, " My father, must I stay ?" While o'er him fast through sail and shroud The wreathing fires made way.
Page 44 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead who die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Page 44 - MAN that is born of woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Page 87 - Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain : But I'll be as busy as they.