Pennsylvania School Journal, Volumen51

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Pennsylvania State Education Association, 1902
 

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Página 272 - my depth; my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. О how wretched Is that poor
Página 339 - gold. She is more precious than rubies ; and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her. Length of days are in her right hand ; and in her left hand riches and honor. Her ways are ways of pleasantness and all her paths are peace.
Página 272 - I met a traveler from an antique land, Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless
Página 356 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. . . . Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still, and said, "I pray thee, then. Write me as one who loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God
Página 358 - and hast crowned him with glory and honor; thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands. Thou hast put all things under his feet : all sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field; the fowl of the air; and the
Página 309 - with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore him in slumber reclining Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom and ofPrings divine ? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean. Myrrh from the forest and gold from the mine?' Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with
Página 272 - a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost; And—when he
Página 508 - looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love
Página 223 - afterwards,"—but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart—Liberty and
Página 298 - of Frances Ridley Havergal: Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to thee. Take my hands, and let them move At the impulse of thy love. Take my feet, and let them be Swift and beautiful for thee. Take my voice and let me sing Always, only for my King.

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