Centennial Literary Reunion at the Residence of Horatio King

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"School of Music" Press, 1881 - 48 หน้า
 

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หน้า 39 - For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
หน้า 34 - Our lives are songs; God writes the words, And we set them to music at pleasure; And the song grows glad, or sweet or sad As we choose to fashion the measure; We must write the music, whatever the song, Whatever its rhyme or meter; And if it is sad, we can make it glad, Or if sweet, we can make it sweeter.
หน้า 35 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
หน้า 35 - Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus.
หน้า 18 - It is the pensive autumn feeling — it is the sensation of half sadness that we experience when the longest day of the year is past, and every day that follows is shorter, and the...
หน้า 41 - Who, that surveys this span of earth we press, This speck of life in time's great wilderness, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities ! — Would sully the bright spot or leave it bare, When he might build him a proud temple there, A name that long shall hallow all its space, And be each purer soul's high...
หน้า 27 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
หน้า 29 - Better to weave in the web of life A bright and golden filling. And to do God's will with a ready heart And hands that are swift and willing. Than to snap the delicate, slender threads Of our curious lives asunder. And then blame Heaven for the tangled ends. And sit and grieve and wonder.
หน้า 19 - When we were children we thought as children. But now there lies before us manhood, with its earnest work : and then old age, and then the grave, and then home.
หน้า 29 - If the querulous heart would wake it! To the sunny soul that is full of hope, And whose beautiful trust ne'er faileth, The grass is green and the flowers are bright, Though the wintry storm prevaileth.

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