Modern Methuselahs: Or, Short Biographical Sketches of a Few Advanced Nonagenarians Or Actual Centenarians who Were Distinguished in Art, Science, Literature, Or Philanthropy: Also, Brief Notices of Some Individuals Remarkable Chiefly for Their LongevityChapman and Hall, limited, 1888 - 460 pagini |
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Pagina 48 - There have been holy men who hid themselves Deep in the woody wilderness, and gave Their lives to thought and prayer, till they outlived The generation born with them, nor seemed Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks Around them ; — and there have been holy men Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus.
Pagina 1 - We live in deeds, not years ; in thoughts, not breaths ; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Pagina 47 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Pagina 176 - And stunn'd me from my power to think And all my knowledge of myself; And made me that delirious man Whose fancy fuses old and new, And flashes into false and true, And mingles all without a plan?
Pagina 34 - An age that melts with unperceived decay, And glides in modest innocence away; Whose peaceful day Benevolence endears, Whose night congratulating Conscience cheers; The gen'ral fav'rite as the gen'ral friend: Such age there is, and who shall wish its end? Yet ev'n on this her load Misfortune flings, To press the weary minutes' flagging wings: New sorrow rises as the day returns, A sister sickens, or a daughter mourns.
Pagina 307 - I could nearly go through the whole. My father came home for a short time, and, somehow or other, finding out what I was about, said to my mother, " Peg, we must put a stop to this, or we shall have Mary in a strait jacket one of these days.
Pagina 327 - O brother man ! fold to thy heart thy brother ; Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is to love each other, Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
Pagina 109 - Cornaro the Venetian ; which I the rather mention, because it is of undoubted credit, as the late Venetian ambassador, who was of the same family, attested more than once in conversation, when he resided in England. Cornaro, who was the author of the little treatise...
Pagina 80 - But knowledge is as food, and needs no less Her temperance over appetite, to know In measure what the mind may well contain ; Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns Wisdom to folly, as nourishment to wind.
Pagina 399 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.