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At the foot of the cross, in all humility and in all adoration, we have learned at once the depth and the height of human nature; we have learned to think all wisdom but foolishness for the knowledge of Christ; all purity but sin, unwashed by His atonement; all hope in earth, of all hopes the most miserable, but in the faith of His most blessed resurrection; content to bear the struggles of life, at His command; and submitting to the grave, with a consciousness that it can sting no more. - [Cross] Christianity has no ceremonial. It has forms, for forms are essential to order; but it disdains the folly of attempting to reinforce the religion of the heart by the antics of the mind. - [Christianity] His words seem'd oracles That pierc'd their bosoms; and each man would turn And gaze in wonder on his neighbour's face, That with the like dumb wonder answer'd him. You could have heard The beating of your pulses while he spoke. - [Eloquence] Oh! that fear When the heart longs to know, what it is death to hear. - [Fear] There are few things more singular than the blindness which, in matters of the highest importance to ourselves, often hides the truth that is plain as noon to all other eyes. - [Obtuseness] How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds Walking in beauty to her midnight throne! - Diana [Moon] Come, evening gale! the crimson rose Is dropping for thy sighe of dewe; The hyacinthe wooes thy kisse to close In slumberre sweete its eye of blue. - Inscription for a Grotto [Hyacinths] Nature's first great title--mind. - Pericles and Aspasia [Mind] White bud! that in meek beauty dost lean Thy cloistered cheek as pale as moonlight snow, Thou seem'st, beneath thy huge, high leaf of green, An Eremite beneath his mountain's brow. - The Lily of the Valley [Lilies-of-the-valley] When day is done, and clouds are low, And flowers are honey-dew, And Hesper's lamp begins to glow Along the western blue; And homeward wing the turtle-doves, Then comes the hour the poet loves. - The Poet's Hour [Evening]
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