The Wheat-sheaf; Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ...W.P. Hazard, 1853 - Всего страниц: 416 |
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... HAND , THOUGHT , SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT - LONGfellow , STANZAS , WILLIAM PENN - E . N. STANZAS , MANTELL'S MUSEUM - HORACE SMITH , COLERIDGE'S HYMN IN THE VALLEY OF CHAMOUNI , 156 158 161 163 165 166 167 168 169 171 174 DANIEL ...
... HAND , THOUGHT , SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT - LONGfellow , STANZAS , WILLIAM PENN - E . N. STANZAS , MANTELL'S MUSEUM - HORACE SMITH , COLERIDGE'S HYMN IN THE VALLEY OF CHAMOUNI , 156 158 161 163 165 166 167 168 169 171 174 DANIEL ...
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20 GRIEF . was on his cheek : on the hand so readily extended to heal the ear of the maimed soldier . Go with him to the place of trial , and to that last dreadful scene which caused the grave to give up its dead , and the solid earth ...
20 GRIEF . was on his cheek : on the hand so readily extended to heal the ear of the maimed soldier . Go with him to the place of trial , and to that last dreadful scene which caused the grave to give up its dead , and the solid earth ...
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... 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 impervious to your rays , and all vegetation ...
... 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 impervious to your rays , and all vegetation ...
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... hand on his heart , with such glory in view ; Had you felt the wild throb of despair and delight That depressed and expanded his bosom that night ; The quick alternations , as morning drew near , The chill and the fever , the rapture ...
... hand on his heart , with such glory in view ; Had you felt the wild throb of despair and delight That depressed and expanded his bosom that night ; The quick alternations , as morning drew near , The chill and the fever , the rapture ...
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... Hand that sends them . The accidents of this life have no power , ( as they have upon others , ) to change or modify their moral conformation . There is a oneness , a wholeness , au uncompoundedness of character in these elect ...
... Hand that sends them . The accidents of this life have no power , ( as they have upon others , ) to change or modify their moral conformation . There is a oneness , a wholeness , au uncompoundedness of character in these elect ...
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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. 157 - 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. 158 - Oh but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Стр. 196 - 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. 172 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in...
Стр. 372 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Стр. 277 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth...
Стр. 197 - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom — 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...
Стр. 198 - 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. 158 - 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