Evening hours, ed. by E.H. Bickersteth, Volume 3

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Edward Henry Bickersteth (bp. of Exeter)
1876

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Page 44 - Depart from me ye cursed into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels; for I was an hungered and ye gave me no meat ; I was thirsty and ye gave me no drink ; I was a stranger and ye took me not in ; naked and ye clothed me not ; sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.
Page 185 - ... birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
Page 183 - What joy to hear thee, and to see ! Thy elder brother I would be, Thy father, anything to thee ! Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace Hath led me to this lonely place. Joy have I had ; and going hence 1 bear away my recompense. In spots like these it is we prize Our memory, feel that she hath eyes...
Page 183 - And seemliness complete, that sways Thy courtesies, about thee plays; With no restraint, but such as springs From quick and eager visitings Of thoughts that lie beyond the reach Of thy few words of English speech: A bondage sweetly brooked, a strife That gives thy gestures grace and life! So have I, not unmoved in mind, Seen birds of tempest-loving kind, Thus beating up against the wind.
Page 80 - Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours. When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear. When our world-deafened ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caressed, — A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again.
Page 36 - I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.
Page 183 - A bondage sweetly brooked, a strife That gives thy gestures grace and life! So have I, not unmoved in mind, Seen birds of tempest-loving kind, Thus beating up against the wind. What hand but would a garland cull For thee, who art so beautiful? 0 happy pleasure! here to dwell Beside thee in some heathy dell; Adopt your homely ways, and dress, A Shepherd, thou a...
Page 79 - Alas ! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak ? Are even lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel ? I knew the mass of men...
Page 131 - answered them, saying, I baptize with water : but there standeth one among you, whom ye know not ; he it is, who, coming after me, is preferred before me, whose shoe's latchet I am not worthy to unloose.
Page 42 - And Cain talked with Abel his brother : and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him. And the Lord said unto Cain, Where is Abel, thy brother ? And he said, I know not : am I my brother's keeper ? And he said, What hast thou done ? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground.

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