A Manual of American Literature: Designed for the Use of Schools of Advanced GradesCowperthwait, 1872 - 364 страница |
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... smile of God's love , divides itself into separate forms , each bearing in it and reflecting an image of God's love . Of all these forms the highest and most perfect in its God - likeness is the human soul . The vast cathedral of NATURE ...
... smile of God's love , divides itself into separate forms , each bearing in it and reflecting an image of God's love . Of all these forms the highest and most perfect in its God - likeness is the human soul . The vast cathedral of NATURE ...
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... smile or frown , And quite determined not to be laughed down . " Plato , anticipating the Reviewers , From his Republic banished without pity The Poets ; in this little town of yours , You put to death , by means of a Committee , The ...
... smile or frown , And quite determined not to be laughed down . " Plato , anticipating the Reviewers , From his Republic banished without pity The Poets ; in this little town of yours , You put to death , by means of a Committee , The ...
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... 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 . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit , and ...
... 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 . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit , and ...
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... smile was gone from upland , glade , and glen . And now , when comes the calm , mild day , as still such days will come , To call the squirrel and the bce from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard , though 60 ...
... smile was gone from upland , glade , and glen . And now , when comes the calm , mild day , as still such days will come , To call the squirrel and the bce from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard , though 60 ...
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... smile , Seems , as it issues from the shapeless mould , An emanation of the indwelling Life , A visible token of the upholding Love , That are the soul of this wide universe . My heart is awed within me when I think Of the great miracle ...
... smile , Seems , as it issues from the shapeless mould , An emanation of the indwelling Life , A visible token of the upholding Love , That are the soul of this wide universe . My heart is awed within me when I think Of the great miracle ...
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