Letters and Verses of Arthur Penrhyn Stanley, D.D.: Between the Years 1829 and 1881

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J. Murray, 1895 - 461 pages
 

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Page 373 - LET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Page 375 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Page 319 - And the barbarous people shewed us no little kindness : for they kindled a fire, and received us every one, because of the present rain, and because of the cold.
Page 92 - Such were the thoughts concerning " The Blessed Vision of Peace " of one whose long-continued petition had been that the Most Merciful would not despise the work of His own Hands, nor leave him to himself ; while yet his eyes were dim, and his breast laden, and he could but employ Reason in the things of Faith. And now, dear reader, time is short, eternity is long. Put not from you what you...
Page 344 - I have a son, a third sweet son ; his age I cannot tell, For they reckon not by years and months where he has gone to dwell. To us, for fourteen anxious months, his infant smiles were given ; And then he bade farewell to earth, and went to live in heaven.
Page 398 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Page 371 - O Thou, of Comforters the best, O Thou, the soul's most welcome Guest, O Thou, our sweet Repose, Our Resting-place from life's long care, Our Shadow from the world's fierce glare, Our Solace in all woes. O Light Divine, all light excelling, Fill with Thyself the inmost dwelling Of souls sincere and lowly : Without Thy pure Divinity, Nothing in all humanity, Nothing is strong or holy.
Page 190 - Art thou better than populous No, that was situate among the rivers, that had the waters round about it, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was from the sea?
Page 401 - Years have passed : in every clime, Changing with the changing time, Varying through a thousand forms, Torn by factions, rocked by storms, Still the sacred table spread, Flowing cup and broken bread, With that parting word agree,
Page 185 - By some extraordinary catastrophe the statue has been thrown down, and the Arabs have scooped their millstones out of his face, but you can still see what he was — the largest statue in the world. Far and wide that enormous head must have been seen, eyes, mouth, and ears. Far and wide you must have seen his vast hands resting on his elephantine knees. You sit on his breast...

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