As Ye Have Sown

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Hurst & Blackett, Limited, 1906 - 352 頁
 

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第 112 頁 - Of this at least I feel assured, that there is no such thing as forgetting possible to the mind; a thousand accidents may and will interpose a veil between our present consciousness and the secret inscriptions on the mind; accidents of the same sort will also rend away this veil; but alike, whether veiled or unveiled, the inscription remains for ever...
第 263 頁 - For love has no abiding, But dies before the kiss ; So hath it been, so be it ; For who shall live and flee it ? But look that no man see it Or hear it unaware ; Lest all who love and choose him See Love, and so refuse him ; For all who find him lose him, But all have found him fair.
第 263 頁 - Ask nothing more of me, sweet; All I can give you I give. Heart of my heart, were it more More would be laid at your feet: Love that should help you to live, Song that should spur you to soar. All things were nothing to give Once to have sense of you more, Touch you and taste of you, sweet, Think you and breathe you and live, Swept of your wings as they soar, Trodden by chance of your feet.
第 319 頁 - Thou shalt not make to thyself any graven image, nor the likeness of any thing that is in Heaven above, or in the earth beneath, or in the water under the earth : Thou shalt not bow down to them nor worship them : for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, and visit the sins of the fathers upon the children, unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate Me, and shew mercy unto thousands in them that love Me and keep My Commandments.
第 243 頁 - ... help you to live, Song that should spur you to soar. All things were nothing to give Once to have sense of you more, Touch you and taste of you, sweet, Think you and breathe you and live, Swept of your wings as they soar, Trodden by chance of your feet. I that have love and no more Give you but love of you, sweet: He that hath more, let him give; He that hath wings, let him soar; Mine is the heart at your feet Here, that must love you to live.
第 195 頁 - The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth, — The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity.
第 44 頁 - Her eyes a bashful azure, and her hair In gloss and hue the chestnut, when the shell Divides threefold to show the fruit within.
第 217 頁 - ... sat down to eat and drink and rose up to play," would have recognized the chief creator of its fame.
第 152 頁 - We shriek and die And watch the morning and the eve go by, And shudder to this God who does not heed our cries. We could bear all things were He less divine. He does not care ! He set us in this coil of our despair And straight withdrew Himself, and gave no hint of His design.
第 60 頁 - There is no compliment so sincere as the silent homage of a lookingglass.

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