The Pioneer: Or, Leaves from an Editor's PortfolioJ. B. Tolman, 1846 - Всего страниц: 208 |
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... round about with pistols and bowie - knives ? Do such things " make for peace ? " Or do they not rather nurture a bloody and revengeful spirit ? Let our com- mon - sense answer . I am not sure but this peace question is the most ...
... round about with pistols and bowie - knives ? Do such things " make for peace ? " Or do they not rather nurture a bloody and revengeful spirit ? Let our com- mon - sense answer . I am not sure but this peace question is the most ...
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... round puff.— The Register grows warm on the subject , and says of these Amer- ican Missionaries , that the " places of diplomacy and power are resounding with their praise ! " In confirmation of these high- sounding laudations , the ...
... round puff.— The Register grows warm on the subject , and says of these Amer- ican Missionaries , that the " places of diplomacy and power are resounding with their praise ! " In confirmation of these high- sounding laudations , the ...
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... round the " heavenly vision " rolled- Those starry lyres , that told Of a Redeemer's birth , Made this their burden- " Peace on Earth ! ” Those golden lyres , by angels strung , And attuned to angel ears , With yet another burden rung ...
... round the " heavenly vision " rolled- Those starry lyres , that told Of a Redeemer's birth , Made this their burden- " Peace on Earth ! ” Those golden lyres , by angels strung , And attuned to angel ears , With yet another burden rung ...
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... round whose ever flowing springs , Cattle are grouped in summer : -from broad plains Yellow with harvest , that the breathing West As o'er them it goes , Heaves like an infant's or an ocean's breast , Just sinking to repose ; — From ...
... round whose ever flowing springs , Cattle are grouped in summer : -from broad plains Yellow with harvest , that the breathing West As o'er them it goes , Heaves like an infant's or an ocean's breast , Just sinking to repose ; — From ...
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... Round her trusting child , she fondly flings . HOW TO KEEP LENT . BY ROBERT HERRICK . Is this a Fast , to keep The larder lean And clean From fat of neats and sheep ? — Is it to quit the dish Of flesh , yet still To fill The platter ...
... Round her trusting child , she fondly flings . HOW TO KEEP LENT . BY ROBERT HERRICK . Is this a Fast , to keep The larder lean And clean From fat of neats and sheep ? — Is it to quit the dish Of flesh , yet still To fill The platter ...
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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.