Cover of A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul

Auhtor: George Macdonald

Language: english
Published: 1880

Genres:

fiction and literature,  essays,  poetry
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Review by Bob Tobias, August 2006


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul':

... the pure heat-throb momently. Of the spirit-fire still uttering this I.-. Lord, see thou to it, take thou remembrance' load:. Only when I bethink ...
... winged faith. When that its path into the air shall find,. My heart will follow, high above cold, rain, and wind. I can no more than lift my ...
... clear-joyous, to my ken,. Fair as the morn trampling the dull night. Then. The lone hill-side shall hear exultant cries. The joyous see me joy, ...
... sunset still. And in the perfect time, O perfect God,. When we are in our home, our natal home,. When joy shall carry every sacred load,. And ...
... delight. I love thee, Lord, for very greed of love-. Not of the precious streams that towards me move,. But of the indwelling, outgoing, fountain ...
... wilt thou not one day turn to fact. The thing that painful, more than should be, seems,. Shall not thy sliding years with them retract-. Shall ...
... deplore,. Stamping with muddy feet about the door,. And will not wipe them clean to walk upon his floor. But see, one comes he listens to ...
... mould,. All unaware of light come through the dusk,. I yet should feel the split of each shelly fold,. Should feel the growing of my prisoned ...
... is-and out of him there is no stuff. To make a man. Let fail me every spark. Of blissful vision on my pathway rough,. I have seen much, and ...
... heart grows cool when to remembrance wrought. That thou who know'st the light-born answer sought. Know'st too the dark where the doubt ...
... a tower, many an outlook fair,. Of which I have no thought, and need no care. Where I am most perplexed, it may be there. Thou mak'st a secret ...
... life begin. All things are shadows of the shining true:. Sun, sea, and air-close, potent, hurtless fire-. Flowers from their mother's prison-dove, ...
... grow-. Weary of my existence' self, I mean,. Not of its plodding, not its wind and snow. Then to thy knee trusting I turn, and lean:. Thou will'st ...
... 'tis better, by thy ordered chance,. Than what eluded me, floating too feathery light. If thou wouldst have me speak, Lord, give me speech. So ...
... like the impact of a burning coal,. His presence mere straight rouses the garrison,. And all are up in arms, and down on knee,. Fighting and praying ...
... cry-. O enemy, the maker hath not done. One day thou shalt behold, and from the sight wilt run.. The faith I will, aside is easily bent. But ...
... no knocking to our door. If we might sit until the darkness go,. Possess our souls in patience perhaps we might. But there is always something ...
... with self-love wan,. I yield the primal love, that no return desires. Only no word of mine must ever foster. The self that in a brother's bosom ...
... mid-day when all is still around,. Sudden will rise, in dim pathetic light,. Some childish memory of household bliss,. Or sorrow by love's service ...
... thy secret life-will he doth see. Thou fold'st him round in live love perfectly-. One two, without beginning, without end. In love, ...