The Token and Atlantic Souvenir: A Christmas and New Year's PresentSamuel Griswold Goodrich, George Stillman Hilliard Gray and Bowen, 1831 |
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... heart be cherished near , While that confiding heart receives The thought it whispers to thine ear . ' BOSTON : PUBLISHED BY GRAY AND BOWEN . MDCCCXXXI . MARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY GIFT OF EMILY M. MUGSEY DECEMBER 12.
... heart be cherished near , While that confiding heart receives The thought it whispers to thine ear . ' BOSTON : PUBLISHED BY GRAY AND BOWEN . MDCCCXXXI . MARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY GIFT OF EMILY M. MUGSEY DECEMBER 12.
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... heart be cherished near , While that confiding heart receives The thought it whispers to thine ear . " In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States , entitled An act for the encouragement of learning , by securing the ...
... heart be cherished near , While that confiding heart receives The thought it whispers to thine ear . " In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States , entitled An act for the encouragement of learning , by securing the ...
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... heart , to the many is but a round of cares and toils , of familiar pursuits and formal actions . Their fathers have lived ; their children will live after them ; the way is plain ; the boundaries are definite ; the business is obvious ...
... heart , to the many is but a round of cares and toils , of familiar pursuits and formal actions . Their fathers have lived ; their children will live after them ; the way is plain ; the boundaries are definite ; the business is obvious ...
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... heart , that beats with every lofty and generous affection . Yes , the feelings that soar to heaven , the virtue that is to win the heavenly crown , flows in the life - blood , that in itself is as senseless as the soil from which it ...
... heart , that beats with every lofty and generous affection . Yes , the feelings that soar to heaven , the virtue that is to win the heavenly crown , flows in the life - blood , that in itself is as senseless as the soil from which it ...
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... heart , is a mystery . No language can define it , which does not equally need definition . No man can tell what it is . No man can know , but by an inward experience , and an experience in reality inexpressible . Goodness is a breath ...
... heart , is a mystery . No language can define it , which does not equally need definition . No man can tell what it is . No man can know , but by an inward experience , and an experience in reality inexpressible . Goodness is a breath ...
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Стр. 30 - I am as a man that hath no strength: free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand. Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps. Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves.
Стр. 15 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever: it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound...
Стр. 41 - ... inhabitants! The most desirable mode of existence might be that of a spiritualized Paul Pry, hovering invisible round man and woman, witnessing their deeds, searching into their hearts, borrowing brightness from their felicity, and shade from their sorrow, and retaining no emotion peculiar to himself. But none of these things are possible ; and if I would know the interior of brick walls, or the mystery of human bosoms, I can but guess.
Стр. 186 - Albeit thou dost not see my face the while. Yes — thou canst hear — and He, Who on thy sightless eye its darkness hung, To the attentive ear, like harps, hath strung Heaven, and earth, and sea! And 'tis a lesson in our hearts to know, With but one sense the soul may overflow ! THE ADVENTURER.
Стр. 49 - Arethusa sink. I love not my station here aloft, in the midst of the tumult which I am powerless to direct or quell, with the -blue lightning wrinkling on my brow, and the thunder muttering its first awful syllables in my ear. I will descend. Yet let me give another glance to the...
Стр. 50 - Father of lakes ! thy waters bend Beyond the eagle's utmost view, When, throned in heaven, he sees thee send Back to the sky its world of blue. Boundless and deep, the forests weave Their twilight shade thy borders o'er, And threatening cliffs, like giants, heave Their rugged forms along thy shore.
Стр. 51 - The spell of stillness, reigning there. Yet round this waste of wood and wave, Unheard, unseen, a spirit lives, That, breathing o'er each rock and cave, To all a wild, strange aspect gives. The thunder-riven oak, that flings Its grisly arms athwart the sky, A sudden, startling image brings To the lone traveller's kindled eye.
Стр. 31 - ... oft: Of every cloud which in the heavens might stir I knew the force; and hence the rough sea's pride Availed not to my Vessel's overthrow. What noble pomp and frequent have not I On regal decks beheld ! yet in the end I learned that one poor moment can suffice To equalize the lofty and the low. We sail the sea of life...
Стр. 39 - O that I could soar up into the very zenith, where man never breathed, nor eagle ever flew, and where the ethereal azure melts away from the eye, and appears only a deepened shade of nothingness ! And yet I shiver at that cold and solitary thought.
Стр. 46 - Tbe full of hope, the happy, the miserable, and the desperate dwell together within the circle of my glance. In some of the houses over which my eyes roam so coldly, guilt is entering...