A Book of Strife in the Form of the Diary of an Old SoulThe author, 1880 - 265 sivua |
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A Book of Strife in the Form of the Diary of an Old Soul George MacDonald Rajoitettu esikatselu - 2010 |
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art thou bliss breath brood brother Christ clasp cries dark dear death didst divine door doth doubt draw dream earth eternal evermore eyes face faint faith Father fear feel flutter fold foolish give God's grow hang hath heart and brain heaven holy hope infinite king of kings know thee leave life's light live look Lord love thee love's master morn nearer never night o'er obedience pain perfect poor pray prayer rest rise round rush rush to thee shine sink sleep slow song sore soul spirit sting strife sweet thine things think of thee thou art thou dost thou hast Thou know'st Thou wilt thought thy child thy feet thy heart thy presence thyself Till Death true trust truth turn twixt vague wake weary white page wilt thou wind wings words wrong
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Sivu 1 - A BOOK OF STRIFE, IN THE FORM OF THE DIARY OF AN OLD SOUL: Poems.
Sivu 145 - Too eager I must not be to understand. How should the work the master goes about Fit the vague sketch my compasses have planned? I am his house - for him to go in and out. He builds me now - and if I cannot see At any time what he is doing with me, Tis that he makes the house for me too grand.
Sivu 41 - Tis — shall thy will be done for me — or mine, And I be made a thing not after thine — My own, and dear in paltriest details? Shall I be born of God, or of mere man? Be made like Christ, or on some other plan? I let all run — set thou and trim my sails; Home then my course, let blow whatever gales.
Sivu 203 - Thou workest perfectly. And if it seem Some things are not so well, 'tis but because They are too loving-deep, too lofty-wise, For me, poor child, to understand their laws: My highest wisdom half is but a dream; My love runs helpless like a falling stream: Thy good embraces ill, and lo, its illness dies!