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... BEAUTY , 206 GEORGE FOX AND HIS COADJUTORS - THOMAS EVANS , 207 THE PHILOSOPHER'S SCALES - JANE TAYLOR , 213 OF THE OPEN SKY - RUSKIN , 217 THE CHRISTIAN TOURISTS - J . G. WHITTIER , 221 READING NOT KNOWLEDGE , 223 THE QUAKER OF THE ...
... BEAUTY , 206 GEORGE FOX AND HIS COADJUTORS - THOMAS EVANS , 207 THE PHILOSOPHER'S SCALES - JANE TAYLOR , 213 OF THE OPEN SKY - RUSKIN , 217 THE CHRISTIAN TOURISTS - J . G. WHITTIER , 221 READING NOT KNOWLEDGE , 223 THE QUAKER OF THE ...
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... beauty , and listen in mute wonder , to the noise of its invisible workmanship . It is too fine a knowledge for us . We shall comprehend it when we know how " the morning stars sang together . " N. P. WILLIS . Choughts on the Quakers ...
... beauty , and listen in mute wonder , to the noise of its invisible workmanship . It is too fine a knowledge for us . We shall comprehend it when we know how " the morning stars sang together . " N. P. WILLIS . Choughts on the Quakers ...
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... beauty and holiness . Grief . Do thou COUNT each affliction , whether light or grave , God's messenger sent down to thee . With courtesy receive him : rise and bow : And ere his shadow pass thy threshold , crave Permission first his ...
... beauty and holiness . Grief . Do thou COUNT each affliction , whether light or grave , God's messenger sent down to thee . With courtesy receive him : rise and bow : And ere his shadow pass thy threshold , crave Permission first his ...
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... beauty , near thee , around ? Only hath duty such a sight found ! Rest is not quitting the busy career- Rest is the fitting of self to its sphere . " Tis the brook's motion , clear , without strife , Fleeing to ocean , after its life ...
... beauty , near thee , around ? Only hath duty such a sight found ! Rest is not quitting the busy career- Rest is the fitting of self to its sphere . " Tis the brook's motion , clear , without strife , Fleeing to ocean , after its life ...
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... beauty , such as no worldly thought realized : creations , not of the eye , but of the heart , into which , by a deep and conscious instinct , the soul of man was transfused , and which , therefore , will act upon that soul , even to ...
... beauty , such as no worldly thought realized : creations , not of the eye , but of the heart , into which , by a deep and conscious instinct , the soul of man was transfused , and which , therefore , will act upon that soul , even to ...
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ages angel beauty behold beneath blessed blissful band bosom breath bright brow called child Christ Christian cloud DANIEL WHEELER dark dear death deep divine earth Edward Burrough eternal evil faith Father fear feel Fenelon flowers gentle George Fox glorious glory Gospel grave hast hath head hear heart Heaven holy honour hope hour human hymn immortal JAMES NAYLER JOHN HOWARD JOHN WOOLMAN JOSEPH STURGE labour life's light living LOGAN'S LAMENT look Lord mercy mighty mind Mosul mountains N. P. WILLIS nature never night NINEVEH o'er passed peace Penn Pilgrim poor praise prayer prison Quaker religion round shadow shalt shining silent song sorrow soul spirit star strong sublime sweet thee thine things THOMAS ELLWOOD thou thought Thy hand tion truth voice waters waves weary wild William Penn wings wonder words Work-work-work
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Page 276 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Page 159 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Page 199 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 198 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 199 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 198 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 358 - It is easy' in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Page 199 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 275 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro...
Page 174 - ... 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.