Memoir of Mary L. Ware, Wife of Henry Ware, JrCrosby, Nichols, and Company, 1853 - 434 страница Mary Lovell Pickard was born in 1798 at Boston, Massachusetts, the only child of Mark and Mary Lovell Pickard. She married Henry Ware in 1827 at Boston. They had at least three children. She died in 1849. |
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Страница 9 - 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.
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Страница 44 - Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me ; for I am meek and lowly of heart, and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
Страница 81 - And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired. No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request; Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect...
Страница 44 - He that loveth houses or land, gold or silver, more than me, is not worthy of me — and he that forsaketh not all that he hath, cannot be my disciple.
Страница 146 - ... recovered, but with unfailing brightness. It was always remarked, that " her worst days were her gayest ones ;" and at length she recovered, and left the place where she had been for so many months truly a ministering angel. She returned to that home in America which had, during her toils, seemed to her " like the dreams one has of heaven, in the twilight hours, between sleeping and waking.
Страница 220 - Its pages are to my memory a sort of diary of our progress, associated as they are with the pleasant evenings, when, after our autumnal day's journey, having despatched our supper, we settled ourselves at a little table before a cheerful wood-fire in our inn, and he with his writing materials, and I with my work, or writing or reading, could almost imagine ourselves at home. Thus were my evenings spent in alternate writing, reading, and criticism, until I almost felt as if I had written the book...
Страница 81 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of •visitation from the Hying God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired.
Страница 81 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy : his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him : they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired. No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request j Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving...
Страница 16 - ... best advantages, not only of intellectual, but religious training, is to the same effect. It relates to a little more advanced stage of her development, when, however, she had not reached her sixteenth year : — " She was remarkable, even then, for her disinterestedness and forgetfulness of self. With the love which we could not but feel for her was mingled a respect and admiration for her high principles, and the piety which shone through all her conduct, in a degree very uncommon for a girl...