Life and Works of Charlotte Brontė and Her Sisters, Volume 4

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Smith, Elder, & Company, 1876
 

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Page 428 - With wide-embracing love Thy Spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. " Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
Page 141 - LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is ; that I may know how frail I am.
Page 349 - Cold in the earth— and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?
Page 428 - Life, that in me hast rest, As I Undying Life, have power in Thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain, Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by thy infinity, So surely anchored on The steadfast rock of Immortality.
Page 358 - Oh! dreadful is the check — intense the agony — When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see; When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again; The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain. "Yet I would lose no sting, would wish no torture less; The more that anguish racks, the earlier it will bless; And robed in fires of hell, or bright with heavenly shine, If it but herald death, the vision is divine!
Page 429 - There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void : Thou— THOU art Being and Breath, And what THOU art may never be destroyed.
Page 446 - I hoped that with the brave and strong My portioned task might lie ; To toil amid the busy throng, With purpose pure and high. " But God has fixed another part, And He has fixed it well: I said so with my bleeding heart, When first the anguish fell.
Page 353 - ... that awful day. Paled, at length, the sweet sun setting ; Sunk to peace the twilight breeze : Summer dews fell softly, wetting Glen, and glade, and silent trees Then his eyes began to weary, Weighed beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely dreary, Clouded, even as they would weep. But they wept not, but they changed not, Never moved, and never closed ; Troubled still, and still they ranged not — Wandered not, nor yet reposed ! So I knew that he was dying — Stooped, and raised...
Page 434 - I feel that I am weak, And prone to every sin ; But Thou who giv'st to those who seek, Wilt give me strength within.
Page 374 - And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, " Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty ! " Yes, as my swift days near their goal, Tis all that I implore ; In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.

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