The Wheat-sheaf; Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ...W.P. Hazard, 1853 - Всего страниц: 416 |
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... strong and fair ? This noble house , this lodging rare ? So small and modest , yet so great ! How shall I fill its chambers bare With use , with ornament , with state ? My God hath given the stone and clay : ' Tis I must fashion them ...
... strong and fair ? This noble house , this lodging rare ? So small and modest , yet so great ! How shall I fill its chambers bare With use , with ornament , with state ? My God hath given the stone and clay : ' Tis I must fashion them ...
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... strong . I'll build it so that travellers by Shall view it with admiring eye , For its commodiousness and grace : Firm on the ground , straight to the sky , A meek but goodly dwelling place . Thus noble in its outward form , Within I'll ...
... strong . I'll build it so that travellers by Shall view it with admiring eye , For its commodiousness and grace : Firm on the ground , straight to the sky , A meek but goodly dwelling place . Thus noble in its outward form , Within I'll ...
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... strong . By the well spring in the desert , beneath the spreading Palm , Her voice rings sweet and holy , through an atmosphere of balm : Where Niagara the burthen of his congregated springs , Hurls down the yawning chasm , how ...
... strong . By the well spring in the desert , beneath the spreading Palm , Her voice rings sweet and holy , through an atmosphere of balm : Where Niagara the burthen of his congregated springs , Hurls down the yawning chasm , how ...
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... Strong to consume small troubles to commend Great thoughts , grave thoughts , thoughts lasting to the end . AUBREY DE VERE . GOOD qualities are the substantial riches of the mind : but ' tis good breeding sets them off . LOCKE ...
... Strong to consume small troubles to commend Great thoughts , grave thoughts , thoughts lasting to the end . AUBREY DE VERE . GOOD qualities are the substantial riches of the mind : but ' tis good breeding sets them off . LOCKE ...
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... strong for us and our theory the puny fragment , in the grasp of truth , forms as irresistible a weapon as the dry bone did in that of Sampson of old and our slaughtered sophisms lie piled up , " heaps upon heaps , " " before it . HUGH ...
... strong for us and our theory the puny fragment , in the grasp of truth , forms as irresistible a weapon as the dry bone did in that of Sampson of old and our slaughtered sophisms lie piled up , " heaps upon heaps , " " before it . HUGH ...
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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