Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - Всего страниц: 288 |
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... fires gleam warm and bright ; Above , the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! " Try not the pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; The roaring torrent is deep and wide ...
... fires gleam warm and bright ; Above , the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! " Try not the pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; The roaring torrent is deep and wide ...
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... fires gleam warm and bright : Above , the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , " " Excelsior ! Try not the pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; The roaring torrent is deep and wide ...
... fires gleam warm and bright : Above , the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , " " Excelsior ! Try not the pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; The roaring torrent is deep and wide ...
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... fires of passion with from day to day , that Man begins to see , that the leaves which remain are few in number , and to remember , faintly at first , and then more clearly , that , upon the earlier pages of that book was writ- ten a ...
... fires of passion with from day to day , that Man begins to see , that the leaves which remain are few in number , and to remember , faintly at first , and then more clearly , that , upon the earlier pages of that book was writ- ten a ...
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... fires of the last day have melt- ed the globe . But the head of the one is already bruised , and the sting is already taken from the other . They may long roar , but they walk in chains , and the eye of faith sees the hand that holds ...
... fires of the last day have melt- ed the globe . But the head of the one is already bruised , and the sting is already taken from the other . They may long roar , but they walk in chains , and the eye of faith sees the hand that holds ...
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... fire . In another very small apartment , was an aged , wea- ther - beaten woman . She pointed to an old basket of pins and tape , as she said , " For sixteen years I have carried that basket on my arm , through the streets of New York ...
... fire . In another very small apartment , was an aged , wea- ther - beaten woman . She pointed to an old basket of pins and tape , as she said , " For sixteen years I have carried that basket on my arm , through the streets of New York ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Недоступно для просмотра - 2015 |
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY W holy hope hour human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G land light lips live look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT mind mother N. P. WILLIS nature neath never night o'er peace poor prayer prison racter round Rübezahl seemed silent sing slave slavery sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil true truth UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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Стр. 270 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Стр. 249 - With fingers weary and worn. With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Стр. 249 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Стр. 165 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Стр. 67 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Стр. 207 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Стр. 208 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Стр. 256 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Стр. 165 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm., By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Стр. 165 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create,* And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In Nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.