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man has rendered death horrible and the grave loath It seemed to him , as if the
unknown tenant of that some . grave had opened his lips of dust , and spoken to
him In the Temple of Juno at Elis , Sleep and his the words of consolation , which
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man has rendered death horrible and the grave loath It seemed to him , as if the
unknown tenant of that some . grave had opened his lips of dust , and spoken to
him In the Temple of Juno at Elis , Sleep and his the words of consolation , which
...
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Bitterly did the poor child weep , or gazed on the constellations that she knew ,
and for death was terrible to her , who , though poor , encalled them in her joy , by
the names they bore joyed the bright little world of youth and innocence . among
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Bitterly did the poor child weep , or gazed on the constellations that she knew ,
and for death was terrible to her , who , though poor , encalled them in her joy , by
the names they bore joyed the bright little world of youth and innocence . among
...
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Death always means us a kindness , infinite promise of the future , beholding
there the though he has often a gruff way of offering it . Even free , erect , and
perfected soul . if the soul never returned from that chartless and No sincere
desire of ...
Death always means us a kindness , infinite promise of the future , beholding
there the though he has often a gruff way of offering it . Even free , erect , and
perfected soul . if the soul never returned from that chartless and No sincere
desire of ...
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Long after death , prisoned and pent no more , Wrong ever builds on quicksands
, but the Right Their thoughts , their wild dreams even , have become To the firm
centre lays its moveless base . Part of the necessary air men breathe ; The tyrant
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Long after death , prisoned and pent no more , Wrong ever builds on quicksands
, but the Right Their thoughts , their wild dreams even , have become To the firm
centre lays its moveless base . Part of the necessary air men breathe ; The tyrant
...
Стр. 237
Thou liest low and silent , Thy heart is cold and still , Thine eyes are shut for ever ,
And Death hath had his will ; He loved and would have taken , I loved and would
have kept ; We strove , -and he was stronger , And I have never wept . All the ...
Thou liest low and silent , Thy heart is cold and still , Thine eyes are shut for ever ,
And Death hath had his will ; He loved and would have taken , I loved and would
have kept ; We strove , -and he was stronger , And I have never wept . All the ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Недоступно для просмотра - 2015 |
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angels bear beautiful better birds blessing blood breath bring brother child cold comes dark death deep dream earth eyes face fair faith fall father fear feel flowers freedom friends give gone grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour human kind land learned leaves light lips live look mind mother nature never night o'er once pass peace poor prayer rest round seemed side sing slave sleep smile society song soon soul sound speak spirit stand stars strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought true truth turn voice wild wind wonder young
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Стр. 268 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Стр. 163 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Стр. 205 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Стр. 19 - ... coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it: Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care: Fashion'd so slenderly, Young and so fair!
Стр. 266 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Стр. 19 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other?
Стр. 213 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Стр. 256 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Стр. 248 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread : Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this