Poets in the PulpitSampson, Law, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1880 - 291 страница |
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... seems to have been ever present with him ; it has endeared Longfellow to a multitude on either side of the Atlantic ; his sym- pathy reaches across the wide ocean , his voice is heard by those who love it , his teaching felt by those ...
... seems to have been ever present with him ; it has endeared Longfellow to a multitude on either side of the Atlantic ; his sym- pathy reaches across the wide ocean , his voice is heard by those who love it , his teaching felt by those ...
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... seem to lead up to the climax of that more concisely inspired utterance of the Apostle Paul , when he too is bidding men look through creation to the Creator : " Because that which may be known of God is manifest in us , for God hath ...
... seem to lead up to the climax of that more concisely inspired utterance of the Apostle Paul , when he too is bidding men look through creation to the Creator : " Because that which may be known of God is manifest in us , for God hath ...
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... green rank grass , makes our hearts sink within us , as we think of the decaying bodies which lie beneath . Yet even these seem to acquire new pathos , and derive a certain glory , from the brightness of the 14 Poets in the Pulpit .
... green rank grass , makes our hearts sink within us , as we think of the decaying bodies which lie beneath . Yet even these seem to acquire new pathos , and derive a certain glory , from the brightness of the 14 Poets in the Pulpit .
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... seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian , Whose portal we call Death . She is not dead , the child of our affection , But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor ...
... seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian , Whose portal we call Death . She is not dead , the child of our affection , But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor ...
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... seem to be yet another spiritual echo of the great Apostle's words- " O death , where is thy sting ? O`grave , where is thy victory ? " III . LONGFELLOW'S ENDEAVOUR AFTER THE Higher Life . — But perhaps , after all , what has gained the ...
... seem to be yet another spiritual echo of the great Apostle's words- " O death , where is thy sting ? O`grave , where is thy victory ? " III . LONGFELLOW'S ENDEAVOUR AFTER THE Higher Life . — But perhaps , after all , what has gained the ...
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Страница 248 - Earth has not anything to show more fair ! Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty. This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning : silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples, lie Open unto the fields and to the sky, All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Страница 21 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Страница 18 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Страница 274 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Страница 16 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Страница 275 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Страница 237 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright ; The bridal of the earth and sky : The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Страница 269 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Страница 267 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Страница 251 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.