The Scrap-book: It Being a Thousand Gems of Prose and PoetryW. L. Allison, 1899 - Всего страниц: 360 |
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... poor whose daughters toil ; Build a home and from thy bounty Rescue now , ere sin despoil ! Give a mite or donate millions ; Bless , as you with homes are blest ; One above will keep the record Of the money you invest . Homes are reared ...
... poor whose daughters toil ; Build a home and from thy bounty Rescue now , ere sin despoil ! Give a mite or donate millions ; Bless , as you with homes are blest ; One above will keep the record Of the money you invest . Homes are reared ...
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... poor dinner would appear fit for the gods . But think of such dinners as they had , and with what mirth and zest were they enjoyed . It is needless to say they were all happy and still have pleasant recol- lections of the old mill ...
... poor dinner would appear fit for the gods . But think of such dinners as they had , and with what mirth and zest were they enjoyed . It is needless to say they were all happy and still have pleasant recol- lections of the old mill ...
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... poor Mary's friendless grave , Or trim the tangled wild grass that no Summer wind could wave ? Who'd raise a stone to mark it from the ruder graves around , That the passing stranger's footsteps might respect the spot of ground ? No ...
... poor Mary's friendless grave , Or trim the tangled wild grass that no Summer wind could wave ? Who'd raise a stone to mark it from the ruder graves around , That the passing stranger's footsteps might respect the spot of ground ? No ...
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... poor - wills made sweet the autumn lands ! It seemed to me that my poor heart would beat to death and break , While all the world , sweetheart ! sweet- heart ! seemed singing for your sake ; And every rose that barred the way in glad ...
... poor - wills made sweet the autumn lands ! It seemed to me that my poor heart would beat to death and break , While all the world , sweetheart ! sweet- heart ! seemed singing for your sake ; And every rose that barred the way in glad ...
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... poor are as in chains fettered , Where virtue is bought and sold . Where fame is but a bauble when won , Where love , if not blasted with gold , flies ; Where friendship is like the gathered rose- Ere you taste its fragrance it withers ...
... poor are as in chains fettered , Where virtue is bought and sold . Where fame is but a bauble when won , Where love , if not blasted with gold , flies ; Where friendship is like the gathered rose- Ere you taste its fragrance it withers ...
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Стр. 318 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Стр. 39 - The tumult and the shouting dies ; The captains and the kings depart : Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
Стр. 39 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest wo forget — lest we forget!
Стр. 178 - I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Стр. 319 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Стр. 291 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 215 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Стр. 215 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Стр. 172 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Стр. 183 - Except for love's sake only. Do not say " I love her for her smile — her look — her way Of speaking gently, — for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day " — For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, — and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love...