Opisthophorus

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W. B. Conkey Company, 1909 - 199 pages
 

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Page 98 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time...
Page 99 - Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes.
Page 98 - That man may last, but never lives, Who much receives, but nothing gives ; Whom none can love, whom none can thank, Creation's blot, creation's blank ! '4.
Page 99 - In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, And born in bed, in bed we die; The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss to human woe.
Page 99 - Though love repine and reason chafe, There came a voice without reply: " 'Tis man's perdition to be safe, When for the truth he ought to die.
Page 98 - Our lives are albums written through With good or ill, with false or true ; And as the blessed angels turn The pages of our years, God grant they read the good with smiles, And blot the ill with tears.
Page 99 - twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Page 113 - President, when the mariner has been tossed, for many days, in thick weather, and on an unknown sea, he naturally avails himself of the first pause in the storm, the earliest glance of the sun, to take his latitude, and ascertain how far the elements have driven him from his true course.
Page 98 - Strange that a harp of a thousand strings, Should keep in tune so long.
Page 140 - And then will I profess to them, I never knew you : depart from me, ye that work iniquity.

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