Orange Grove: A Tale of the ConnecticutB. G. Howes, 1866 - 420 страница |
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Страница 3 - I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty ; I woke, and found that life was duty. Was thy dream then a shadowy lie ? Toil on, sad heart, courageously, And thou shalt find thy dream to be A noonday light and truth to thee.
Страница 322 - Shall tongues be mute, when deeds are wrought Which well might shame extremest hell ? Shall freemen lock the indignant thought ? Shall Pity's bosom cease to swell ? Shall Honor bleed ? — shall Truth succumb ? Shall pen, and press, and soul be dumb...
Страница 343 - Get but the truth once uttered, and 'tis like A star new-born, that drops into its place, And which, once circling in its placid round, Not all the tumult of the earth can shake.
Страница 258 - Go, feel what I have felt, Go bear what I have borne; Sink 'neath a blow a father dealt, And the cold, proud world's scorn. Thus struggle on from year to year, Thy sole relief, the scalding tear. Go, weep as I have wept O'er a loved father's fall. See every cherished promise swept, Youth's sweetness turned to gall; Hope's faded flowers strewed all the way That led...
Страница 222 - We shape ourselves the joy or fear Of which the coming life is made, And fill our Future's atmosphere With sunshine or with shade. The tissue of the Life to be We weave with colors all our own, And in the field of Destiny We reap as we have sown. Still shall the soul around it call The shadows which it gathered here, And painted on the eternal wall The Past shall reappear.
Страница 258 - neath a blow a father dealt, And the cold, proud world's scorn : Thus struggle on from year to year, Thy sole relief the scalding tear. Go, weep as I have wept O'er a loved father's fall ; See every cherished promise swept, Youth's sweetness turned to gall ; Hope's faded flowers strewed all the way That led me up to woman's day.
Страница 400 - I had loved thee more than ever wife was loved. Am I mad, that I should cherish that which bears but bitter fruit ? I will pluck it from my bosom, though my heart be at the root.
Страница 351 - ... who can endure toil, famine, stripes, imprisonment, and death itself, in vindication of his own liberty, and, the next moment, be deaf to all those motives whose power supported him...
Страница 144 - This world is full of beauty, like other worlds above And if we did our duty, it might be full of love.
Страница 85 - God gives us love. Something to love He lends us ; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone. This is the curse of time. Alas! In grief I am not all unlearn'd ; Once thro' mine own doors Death did pass ; One went, who never hath return'd.