Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 Seiten |
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... cold night , ) by “ Old Humphrey , " 17 The Poet , 62 17 • The Ocean , 62 Beauty , 63 18 The Artist , 63 True Rest , 19 · • First Truths , 63 . • · The Mourners , by Caroline E. S. Norton , My Mother , by " Old Humphrey , " The Bridge ...
... cold night , ) by “ Old Humphrey , " 17 The Poet , 62 17 • The Ocean , 62 Beauty , 63 18 The Artist , 63 True Rest , 19 · • First Truths , 63 . • · The Mourners , by Caroline E. S. Norton , My Mother , by " Old Humphrey , " The Bridge ...
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... Cold Water , by John Pierpont , A Gentle Story , The Ghost - Seer , by James Russell Lowell , The Lady's Dream , by Thomas Hood , Mountain Children , by Mary Howitt , Letter to the Unknown Purchaser and Next Oc- cupant of Glenmary , by ...
... Cold Water , by John Pierpont , A Gentle Story , The Ghost - Seer , by James Russell Lowell , The Lady's Dream , by Thomas Hood , Mountain Children , by Mary Howitt , Letter to the Unknown Purchaser and Next Oc- cupant of Glenmary , by ...
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... Cold , by James Russell Lowell , Think of our Country's Glory , by Elizabeth M. Chandler , 237 238 238 · Song of the Free , by John G. Whittier , Clerical Oppressors , by John G. Whittier , To the Memory of Thomas Shipley , by John G ...
... Cold , by James Russell Lowell , Think of our Country's Glory , by Elizabeth M. Chandler , 237 238 238 · Song of the Free , by John G. Whittier , Clerical Oppressors , by John G. Whittier , To the Memory of Thomas Shipley , by John G ...
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... cold and gray , Lifeless , but 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 ...
... cold and gray , Lifeless , but 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 ...
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... cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars . Is it the tender star of love ? The star of love and dreams ? O , no ! from that blue tent above , A hero's armor gleams . And earnest thoughts within ...
... cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars . Is it the tender star of love ? The star of love and dreams ? O , no ! from that blue tent above , A hero's armor gleams . And earnest thoughts within ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY W 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 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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Seite 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...
Seite 249 - 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 " Song of the Shirt !
Seite 249 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Seite 165 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Seite 67 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Seite 207 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Seite 208 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Seite 256 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Seite 165 - 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.
Seite 165 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create,* And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In Nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.