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Page 8 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done, That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful Day.
Page 384 - The truth of the matter can be put," says Leuba, "in this way: God is not known, he is not understood; he is used— sometimes as meat-purveyor, sometimes as moral support, sometimes as friend, sometimes as an object of love. If he proves himself useful, the religious consciousness asks for no more than that. Does God really exist? How does he exist? What is he? are so many irrelevant questions. Not God, but life, more life, a larger, richer, more satisfying life, is, in the last analysis, the end...
Page 318 - You know me well enough to be sure that I would not be paid to be in Parliament if I was not free to take my own line. I had thought of standing as an Irish Home Ruler with Parnell, but I was in doubt and thought I would consult you.
Page 384 - If he proves himself useful, the religious consciousness can ask no more than that. Does God really exist? How does he exist? What is he? are so many irrelevant questions. Not God, but life, more life, a larger, richer, more satisfying life, is, in the last analysis, the end of religion.
Page 408 - In front of the house and the garden was the dusty road, and on the other side of the road there was a private harbour.
Page 379 - Tad's blind man in a dark room hunting for a black hat that wasn't there, and knew how he felt.
Page 243 - Ah, you are there," said the housekeeper. "I thought you was, but wasn't sure. It's Mrs. Vickers would like to speak to you, if you can spare her a minute." "Oh, Mrs. Vickers!" And he hesitated. "Yes, I will come down to her." "You won't see her in here? Very good,
Page 239 - ... he lay with his hands clasped behind his head, staring at the walls or ceiling of the bedroom as though he could see through them and hundreds of miles beyond them.
Page 407 - ... came out of the church into this fairyland that stretched to right and left as far as the eye could reach, bays and promontories, castles and villages, enchanted gardens, grottos of sweet flowers; and earth, sky, and water were not elements apart, but seemed to blend and melt one into another to make a lovely dream. It would have been pretty if you had come down from heaven; it was heaven itself when you came to it from Danesborough.