Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 страница |
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... Beautiful , by John G. Whittier , 177 / 135 136 Not on the Battle Field , by John Pierpont , A Christmas Hymn , by Alfred Dommett , The Good Part that shall not be taken away , by Henry W. Longfellow , • 179 · 179 180 Sonnet , by ...
... Beautiful , by John G. Whittier , 177 / 135 136 Not on the Battle Field , by John Pierpont , A Christmas Hymn , by Alfred Dommett , The Good Part that shall not be taken away , by Henry W. Longfellow , • 179 · 179 180 Sonnet , by ...
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... beautiful , he lay ; And from the sky , serene and far , A voice fell , like a falling star , Excelsior ! A PSALM OF LIFE . Tell me not , in mournful numbers , Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things ...
... beautiful , he lay ; And from the sky , serene and far , A voice fell , like a falling star , Excelsior ! A PSALM OF LIFE . Tell me not , in mournful numbers , Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things ...
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... beautiful , the free , The crown of all humanity , - In silence and alone To seek the elected one . It lifts the boughs , whose shadows deep Are Life's oblivion , the soul's sleep , And kisses the closed eyes Of him who slumbering lies ...
... beautiful , the free , The crown of all humanity , - In silence and alone To seek the elected one . It lifts the boughs , whose shadows deep Are Life's oblivion , the soul's sleep , And kisses the closed eyes Of him who slumbering lies ...
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... beautiful poem is from the December number of Blackwood's Magazine It is a noble pic - Thou next , who didst redeem us from being servants ture of that sublime old man , who , sick , poor , blind , of men ! ) to be the last words of our ...
... beautiful poem is from the December number of Blackwood's Magazine It is a noble pic - Thou next , who didst redeem us from being servants ture of that sublime old man , who , sick , poor , blind , of men ! ) to be the last words of our ...
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... beautiful Italian shore With all its pomp of summer vineyards dressed , An Eden and a Paradise to me . Do the sweet breezes from the balmy West Still murmur through thy groves , Parthenope , In search of odors from the orange bowers ...
... beautiful Italian shore With all its pomp of summer vineyards dressed , An Eden and a Paradise to me . Do the sweet breezes from the balmy West Still murmur through thy groves , Parthenope , In search of odors from the orange bowers ...
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm capital punishment child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave green hand Hannah Lee happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G land light lips live look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT mind mother N. P. WILLIS nature neath never night o'er peace poor prayer prison racter round Rübezahl seemed silent sing slave slavery sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil true truth unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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Страница 270 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Страница 165 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Страница 207 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Страница 21 - ... coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it: Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care: Fashion'd so slenderly, Young and so fair!
Страница 268 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Страница 21 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other?
Страница 215 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Страница 1 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Страница 258 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Страница 250 - 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