The Wheat-sheaf; Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ...W.P. Hazard, 1853 - Всего страниц: 416 |
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... seen every where over the hill . We thought five hundred persons might be seated on the rocks , behind the " preacher's clint , " and within hearing . From the base of the perpendicular cliff , the ground slopes to the eastward ...
... seen every where over the hill . We thought five hundred persons might be seated on the rocks , behind the " preacher's clint , " and within hearing . From the base of the perpendicular cliff , the ground slopes to the eastward ...
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... seen and known of the good stranger's acts of charity and kindness . Good in- deed he had been to them . Little used to acts or words of love from their own lords , they had felt the power of his kind man- ner , his tender devotion to ...
... seen and known of the good stranger's acts of charity and kindness . Good in- deed he had been to them . Little used to acts or words of love from their own lords , they had felt the power of his kind man- ner , his tender devotion to ...
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... seen and known of him . who was now dead , and thinking sadly of the long , long time ere they might find another friend like him ! The hole was then filled up - and what had once been Howard was seen of man no more . A small pyramid ...
... seen and known of him . who was now dead , and thinking sadly of the long , long time ere they might find another friend like him ! The hole was then filled up - and what had once been Howard was seen of man no more . A small pyramid ...
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... seen by all - by all unknown . Round the wide world that mandate shot- Embodied thought - and swift as thought , From frozen pole to burning line , The whole vast realm of ruin thine ! Death sweeping over sea , and mount and plain ...
... seen by all - by all unknown . Round the wide world that mandate shot- Embodied thought - and swift as thought , From frozen pole to burning line , The whole vast realm of ruin thine ! Death sweeping over sea , and mount and plain ...
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... seen autocrat of the wilderness . The Birch , with its amber leaves , ghosts of the departed summer , turned out along the edges of the woods , like a lining of the palest gold . The broad Sycamore , the fan - like Catalpa flaunted ...
... seen autocrat of the wilderness . The Birch , with its amber leaves , ghosts of the departed summer , turned out along the edges of the woods , like a lining of the palest gold . The broad Sycamore , the fan - like Catalpa flaunted ...
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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