Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 Seiten |
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... Sweet Phosphor , bring the Day , by Francis 119 Quarles , 167 • • 125 The Death - bed , by Thomas Hood , 167 126 The Solemn Song of a Righteous Hearte , by Wil- liam Motherwell , Grace before Meat , by Charles Lamb , 168 126 Etty Rover ...
... Sweet Phosphor , bring the Day , by Francis 119 Quarles , 167 • • 125 The Death - bed , by Thomas Hood , 167 126 The Solemn Song of a Righteous Hearte , by Wil- liam Motherwell , Grace before Meat , by Charles Lamb , 168 126 Etty Rover ...
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... sweet flowers that grow beneath her eye , -yea , love them infinitely more - and they shall impart rich fragrance to thy whole nature , and endow thee with strength , not only in the life - giving morning , and quiet moonlight even ...
... sweet flowers that grow beneath her eye , -yea , love them infinitely more - and they shall impart rich fragrance to thy whole nature , and endow thee with strength , not only in the life - giving morning , and quiet moonlight even ...
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... Sweet fancies never die- They leave behind Some fairy legacy Stored in the mind- Some happy thought or dream , Pure as day's earliest beam Kissing the gentle stream , In the lone glade . Yet though these things pass by , Saith my ...
... Sweet fancies never die- They leave behind Some fairy legacy Stored in the mind- Some happy thought or dream , Pure as day's earliest beam Kissing the gentle stream , In the lone glade . Yet though these things pass by , Saith my ...
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... sweet breezes from the balmy West Still murmur through thy groves , Parthenope , In search of odors from the orange bowers ? Still on thy slopes of verdure does the bee Cull her rare honey from the virgin flowers ? And Philomel her ...
... sweet breezes from the balmy West Still murmur through thy groves , Parthenope , In search of odors from the orange bowers ? Still on thy slopes of verdure does the bee Cull her rare honey from the virgin flowers ? And Philomel her ...
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... sweet breath of heaven touches them , and the features crumble and fall together , and are but dust . So did his soul then descend for the . last time into the great tomb of the Past , with pain . ful longings to behold once more the ...
... sweet breath of heaven touches them , and the features crumble and fall together , and are but dust . So did his soul then descend for the . last time into the great tomb of the Past , with pain . ful longings to behold once more the ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
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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.