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... poor my soul is seeking For one to bring the Maker's name to light , To bethevoiceofthat almighty speaking Which every age demands to do it right . Proprieties our silken bards environ ; He who would be the tongue of this wide land Must ...
... poor my soul is seeking For one to bring the Maker's name to light , To bethevoiceofthat almighty speaking Which every age demands to do it right . Proprieties our silken bards environ ; He who would be the tongue of this wide land Must ...
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... poor , No longer dreary and alone . Next morning something heavily Against the opening door did weigh , And there , from sin and sorrow free , A woman on the threshold lay . A smile upon the wan lips told That she had found a calm ...
... poor , No longer dreary and alone . Next morning something heavily Against the opening door did weigh , And there , from sin and sorrow free , A woman on the threshold lay . A smile upon the wan lips told That she had found a calm ...
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... poor man's son inherit ? Stout muscles and a sinewy heart , A hardy frame , a hardier spirit ; King of two hands , he does his part In every useful toil and art ; A heritage , it seems to me , A king might wish to hold in fee . What ...
... poor man's son inherit ? Stout muscles and a sinewy heart , A hardy frame , a hardier spirit ; King of two hands , he does his part In every useful toil and art ; A heritage , it seems to me , A king might wish to hold in fee . What ...
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... poor fallen by too much faith in man , She that upon thy freezing threshold lies , Starved to more sinning by thy sav- age ban , -- Seeking that refuge because foulest vice More godlike than thy virtue is , whose span Shuts out the ...
... poor fallen by too much faith in man , She that upon thy freezing threshold lies , Starved to more sinning by thy sav- age ban , -- Seeking that refuge because foulest vice More godlike than thy virtue is , whose span Shuts out the ...
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... Poor little spirit ! naught but shame and woe Nurse the sick heart whose lifeblood nurses thine : Yet not those only ; love hath tri- umphed so , As for thy sake makes sorrow more divine : And yet , though thou be pure , the world is ...
... Poor little spirit ! naught but shame and woe Nurse the sick heart whose lifeblood nurses thine : Yet not those only ; love hath tri- umphed so , As for thy sake makes sorrow more divine : And yet , though thou be pure , the world is ...
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Страница 45 - New occasions teach new duties : Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea. Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Страница 86 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own ; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
Страница 100 - This water His blood that died on the tree ; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbour, and Me.
Страница 95 - First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie, Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies ; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies ; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
Страница 44 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Страница 410 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Страница 44 - ... Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land ? Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 't is Truth alone is strong, And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her...
Страница 229 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back f'om Concord busted.
Страница 134 - Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
Страница x - Yet in herself she dwelleth not, Although no home were half so fair; No simplest duty is forgot, Life hath no dim and lowly spot That doth not in her sunshine share. She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise: For naught that sets one heart at ease, And giveth happiness or peace, Is low-esteemed in her eyes.