The Wheat-sheaf, a Suggestive Reader: Containing Germs of Pure and Noble Thoughts for the Youthful MindW.P. Hazard, 1853 - Всего страниц: 396 |
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... heaven , to the daisy chequered sod , Is one continued banquet for the masterpiece of God ! 17 AND the Frost too , has a melodious ministry ! You will hear its crystals shoot in the dead of a clear night , as if the moonbeams were ...
... heaven , to the daisy chequered sod , Is one continued banquet for the masterpiece of God ! 17 AND the Frost too , has a melodious ministry ! You will hear its crystals shoot in the dead of a clear night , as if the moonbeams were ...
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... heavens , and utter the same language : " The hand that made us is divine . " It is not for the sun to reprimand the moon for her coldness , -to say to her- Why do you not flame as I do ? you are so frigid , that even icebergs are ...
... heavens , and utter the same language : " The hand that made us is divine . " It is not for the sun to reprimand the moon for her coldness , -to say to her- Why do you not flame as I do ? you are so frigid , that even icebergs are ...
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... Heaven - bound hours . But O ! to - day Lie all harmonious and lovely things Close to my spirit , and awhile it seems As if the blue sky were enough of Heaven ! 28 THE COLOURING OF HAPPINESS . My thoughts are like THE COLOURING OF ...
... Heaven - bound hours . But O ! to - day Lie all harmonious and lovely things Close to my spirit , and awhile it seems As if the blue sky were enough of Heaven ! 28 THE COLOURING OF HAPPINESS . My thoughts are like THE COLOURING OF ...
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... They live on earth , in thought and deed , as truly As in his Heaven . And she is with thee . In thy path of trial She walketh yet : Still with the baptism of thy self - denial , Her locks are wet . 46 TRUE REST . Up , then , my brother.
... They live on earth , in thought and deed , as truly As in his Heaven . And she is with thee . In thy path of trial She walketh yet : Still with the baptism of thy self - denial , Her locks are wet . 46 TRUE REST . Up , then , my brother.
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... heaven , descends the distant object of his attention , the roar of its wings reaching the ear as it disappears in the deep , making the surges foam around . At this moment the eager looks of the Eagle are all ardour ; and levelling his ...
... heaven , descends the distant object of his attention , the roar of its wings reaching the ear as it disappears in the deep , making the surges foam around . At this moment the eager looks of the Eagle are all ardour ; and levelling his ...
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Стр. 276 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Стр. 159 - 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. 199 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.
Стр. 198 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Стр. 199 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Стр. 198 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Стр. 358 - It is easy' in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Стр. 199 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Стр. 275 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro...
Стр. 174 - ... 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.