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Band of Hope better bless bring brother cause cheer child cold comfort coming cried dark dead dear death deep dream drink drop drunkard drunken evil eyes face fair father fear feel flowers give glad grow hand happy HARRY head hear heard heart heaven Hope John keep kind land laugh light live look lost meet mind morning mother never night noble o'er once passed peace poor rest round shame shine side sing smile song soon sorrow soul sound speak stand stay street strong sure sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou thought toil true truth turn voice watch wine wish young youth
Page 8 - Father William replied, I remember'd that youth would fly fast, And abused not my health and my vigour at first, That I never might need them at last. You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And pleasures with youth pass away ; And yet you lament not the days that are gone Now tell me the reason, I pray.
Page 36 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 31 - No passing bell doth toll, Yet an immortal soul Is passing now. Stranger ! however great, With lowly reverence bow ; There's one in that poor shed — One by that paltry bed, Greater than thou. Beneath that beggar's roof, Lo ! Death doth keep his state ; Enter — no crowds attend ; Enter — no guards defend This palace gate.
Page 15 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Page 31 - Tread softly — bow the head — In reverent silence bow — No passing bell doth toll, — Yet an immortal soul Is passing now. Stranger ! however great, With lowly reverence bow ; There's one in that poor shed — One by that paltry bed — Greater than thou.
Page 9 - Father William replied, I remember'd that youth could not last ; I thought of the future, whatever I did, That I never might grieve for the past. You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And life must be hastening away ; You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death!
Page 15 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow, The rest is all but leather or prunella.