Autobiography and other memorials of mrs. Gilbert, ed. by J. Gilbert, 第 1 卷


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第37页 - To move, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must Like th
第287页 - Strive to enter in at the strait gate ; for strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, that leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it...
第313页 - Father, take my hand; And from the night lead up to light thy child. The way is long, my Father, and my soul Longs for the rest and quiet of the goal. While yet I journey through this weary land, Keep me from wandering. Father, take my hand : Quickly and straight lead to heaven's gate thy child.
第267页 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...
第245页 - It was builded of pearls and precious stones, also the streets thereof were paved with gold; so that, by reason of the natural glory of the city, and the reflection of the sun-beams upon it, CHRISTIAN with desire fell sick, HOPEFUL...
第313页 - Lead up to light My child! The way is long, My child! But it shall be Not one step longer than is best for thee; And thou shalt know, at last, when thou shalt stand Safe at the goal, how I did take thy hand, And quick and straight Lead to Heaven's gate My child!
第216页 - Thy money perish with thee, because thou hast thought that the gift of God may be purchased with money. Thou hast neither part nor lot in this matter : for thy heart is not right in the sight of God. Repent therefore of this thy wickedness, and pray God if perhaps the thought of thine heart may be forgiven thee. For I perceive that thou art in the gall of bitterness, and in the bond of iniquity.
第168页 - ... Spake of absence long, on a distant strand. She starts — wild winds at her bosom rage, She laughs in her speed at the war they wage ; In queenly pomp on the surf she treads, Scarce waking the sea-things from their beds : Fleet as the lightning tracks the cloud, She glances on, in her glory proud ; incott co.
第159页 - A CHILD'S HYMN OF PRAISE. I THANK the goodness and the grace Which on my birth have smiled, And made me, in these Christian days, A happy English child. I was not born as thousands are, Where GOD was never known ; And taught to pray a useless prayer To blocks of wood and stone. I was not born a little slave, To labour in the sun, And wish I were but in the grave, And all my labour done.