The Pioneer: Or, Leaves from an Editor's PortfolioJ. B. Tolman, 1846 - Всего страниц: 208 |
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... , And all that comes not by his grace must fall ; For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig - leaves for the naked truth . " J. R. LOWELL . PREFACE AND INSCRIPTION . The following pages consist mainly of AL 1053.4.15.
... , And all that comes not by his grace must fall ; For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig - leaves for the naked truth . " J. R. LOWELL . PREFACE AND INSCRIPTION . The following pages consist mainly of AL 1053.4.15.
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... , And all that comes not by his grace must fall For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig - leaves for the naked truth . " ; J. R. LowEll . PREFACE AND INSCRIPTION . The following pages consist mainly of AL 1053.4.15.
... , And all that comes not by his grace must fall For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig - leaves for the naked truth . " ; J. R. LowEll . PREFACE AND INSCRIPTION . The following pages consist mainly of AL 1053.4.15.
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... falls like sunlight upon your heart ; as the merry voices of her children ring through your soul ; as the reformed man reaches out to you his hand , first brush- ing from his face the tear of joy , and gives you his hearty wel- come ...
... falls like sunlight upon your heart ; as the merry voices of her children ring through your soul ; as the reformed man reaches out to you his hand , first brush- ing from his face the tear of joy , and gives you his hearty wel- come ...
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... fall into its devouring jaws , that he may be swal- lowed up forever . Now before the Washingtonian faith all such ideas flee like the small dust before the whirlwind . That faith embraces all . It is a panacea which never fails . It ...
... fall into its devouring jaws , that he may be swal- lowed up forever . Now before the Washingtonian faith all such ideas flee like the small dust before the whirlwind . That faith embraces all . It is a panacea which never fails . It ...
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... Fall River . That beautiful town was nearly consumed to ashes . The rich were reduced to poverty , the poor to beggary . The news of the disaster went abroad upon the four winds , and reached every section of the country . The ...
... Fall River . That beautiful town was nearly consumed to ashes . The rich were reduced to poverty , the poor to beggary . The news of the disaster went abroad upon the four winds , and reached every section of the country . The ...
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Стр. 147 - 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. 148 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light; And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright; While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs, And twit me with the spring.
Стр. 70 - 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. 155 - 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. 65 - 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. 4 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel 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...
Стр. 65 - 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. 147 - O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is .not linen you're wearing out. But human creatures' lives ! Stitch, stitch, stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt. Sewing at once, with a double thread A shroud as well as a shirt...
Стр. 33 - 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. 59 - And tolls its perfume on the passing air, Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer. Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane, most catholic and solemn, Which God hath planned ; To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply ; Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.