The Pearl Offering: a Compendium of Religious, Literary, and Philosophical KnowledgeL.L. Boardman & Company, 1899 - Всего страниц: 378 |
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... pure joy which once possessed her , when , in the freedom of childish mirth , her dance was but the evidence of a lightsome heart . It is only when the will is left free to direct the faculties that we can derive full gratification from ...
... pure joy which once possessed her , when , in the freedom of childish mirth , her dance was but the evidence of a lightsome heart . It is only when the will is left free to direct the faculties that we can derive full gratification from ...
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... pure delight than the consciousness that we have given consolation to the wretched ; that we have deepened the thrill of joy in the breast of the happy ; that we have elevated the thoughts of an awakened mind , by the ex- pression of ...
... pure delight than the consciousness that we have given consolation to the wretched ; that we have deepened the thrill of joy in the breast of the happy ; that we have elevated the thoughts of an awakened mind , by the ex- pression of ...
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... pure thought Which from thy soul gush up so plenteously . The hymnings of thy prophet voice awake Those nobler impulses , that , hushed and still , Lie hidden in our hearts , till some wild thrill ' Of spirit - life has power their ...
... pure thought Which from thy soul gush up so plenteously . The hymnings of thy prophet voice awake Those nobler impulses , that , hushed and still , Lie hidden in our hearts , till some wild thrill ' Of spirit - life has power their ...
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... pure stream of thought within thy bosom . The world may sneer at the nobleness of soul it cannot imi- tate ; friends may rebuke the nature they cannot comprehend ; even affection may be blind to the deep mysteries of a high and holy ...
... pure stream of thought within thy bosom . The world may sneer at the nobleness of soul it cannot imi- tate ; friends may rebuke the nature they cannot comprehend ; even affection may be blind to the deep mysteries of a high and holy ...
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... pure and salutary ; its clime a region of strong thought ; the place for giant minds to thrive in . It is an exhaustless treasury of truths- " Truths that have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of eternal silence ...
... pure and salutary ; its clime a region of strong thought ; the place for giant minds to thrive in . It is an exhaustless treasury of truths- " Truths that have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of eternal silence ...
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Стр. 373 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not a...
Стр. 374 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Стр. 373 - But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Стр. 374 - thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore : Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore !
Стр. 374 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Стр. 373 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you "—here I opened wide the door.
Стр. 374 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
Стр. 374 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! " I shrieked, upstarting' "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Стр. 372 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Стр. 49 - Lord; and thy saints shall bless thee. They shall speak of the glory of thy kingdom, and talk of thy power; to make known to the sons of men his mighty acts and the glorious majesty of his kingdom.