The Pioneer: Or, Leaves from an Editor's PortfolioJ. B. Tolman, 1846 - Всего страниц: 208 |
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... morning , of the spirit of reform . It strikes me , now , that it is broad enough to satisfy all those who have enough of moral perception to discover , and enough of moral courage to embrace the simple principles of the New Testament ...
... morning , of the spirit of reform . It strikes me , now , that it is broad enough to satisfy all those who have enough of moral perception to discover , and enough of moral courage to embrace the simple principles of the New Testament ...
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... morning , When all nature hails the lord of light , And his smile , the mountain - tops adorning , Robes yon fragrant fields in radiance bright ? Other hands may grasp the field and forest , Proud proprietors in pomp may shine ; But ...
... morning , When all nature hails the lord of light , And his smile , the mountain - tops adorning , Robes yon fragrant fields in radiance bright ? Other hands may grasp the field and forest , Proud proprietors in pomp may shine ; But ...
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... morning , Sept. 19 , 1844 , and headed " Orthodox Thief - Dr . Hamilton - Clerical Impu- dence . " I write , therefore , to request the favor of six copies of the said paper of Sept. 19 , to be sent me - directed to the care of W. W. ...
... morning , Sept. 19 , 1844 , and headed " Orthodox Thief - Dr . Hamilton - Clerical Impu- dence . " I write , therefore , to request the favor of six copies of the said paper of Sept. 19 , to be sent me - directed to the care of W. W. ...
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... morning . " When least you expect it , in the hour of your greatest despondency , in the season of your bitterest affliction , the heavens suddenly open , and she descends upon you like a dove , and sends peace into your wavering spirit ...
... morning . " When least you expect it , in the hour of your greatest despondency , in the season of your bitterest affliction , the heavens suddenly open , and she descends upon you like a dove , and sends peace into your wavering spirit ...
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... morning bird ; — Beauty through my senses stole , I yielded myself to the perfect whole . THE DISMAL SWAMP . A friend informs us , says the Madisonian , that the recent fire in the Swamp has driven from their hiding places a large ...
... morning bird ; — Beauty through my senses stole , I yielded myself to the perfect whole . THE DISMAL SWAMP . A friend informs us , says the Madisonian , that the recent fire in the Swamp has driven from their hiding places a large ...
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Стр. 165 - The eye — it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. 'Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Стр. 80 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Стр. 135 - For us, the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow; Nothing we see, but means our good. As our delight, or as our treasure; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
Стр. 43 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Стр. 75 - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; He sang to my ear, they sang to my eye.
Стр. 14 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view...
Стр. 75 - The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs; I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky. Full of light and of deity; Again I saw, again I heard, The rolling river, the morning bird; Beauty through my senses stole; I yielded myself to the perfect whole.
Стр. 166 - tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
Стр. 158 - 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. 80 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin, he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.