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עמוד 351 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
עמוד 61 - For I say unto you, That unto every one which hath shall be given; and from him that hath not, even that he hath shall be taken away from him.
עמוד 294 - The kingdom of heaven is like to a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field: which indeed is the least of all seeds : but when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree, so that the birds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof.
עמוד 340 - Here on its fragile stalk, to direct the traveller's journey Over the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the desert.
עמוד 198 - Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did ; " and so, if I might be judge, " God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.
עמוד 28 - They drive home the cows from the pasture, Up through the long, shady lane, Where the quail whistles loud in the wheat fields.
עמוד 335 - Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be. Gold such as thine ne'er drew the Spanish prow Through the primeval hush of Indian seas...
עמוד 145 - The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
עמוד 114 - There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come, Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...