Gems for the Fireside: Comprising the Most Unique, Touching, Pithy, and Beautiful Literary Treasures from the Greatest Minds in the Realms of Poetry and Philosophy, Wit and Humor, Statesmanship and ReligionOtis Henry Tiffany Hubbard Bros., 1883 - 912 sivua |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 78
Sivu 33
... dark tunnel of the bridge . " The heavy hay - boats crawl " The 601 604 605 605 gray abutment's wall . " . 606 " The walk on pleasant Newbury's shore . " . 607 Calmness sits throned on yon unmoving cloud . " 610 " Proud Cathedral towers ...
... dark tunnel of the bridge . " The heavy hay - boats crawl " The 601 604 605 605 gray abutment's wall . " . 606 " The walk on pleasant Newbury's shore . " . 607 Calmness sits throned on yon unmoving cloud . " 610 " Proud Cathedral towers ...
Sivu 37
... dark , Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold Communion with his Maker . These dim vaults , These winding aisles , of human pomp or pride , Report not . No fantastic carvings show The boast of our vain race to change the form Of Thy ...
... dark , Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold Communion with his Maker . These dim vaults , These winding aisles , of human pomp or pride , Report not . No fantastic carvings show The boast of our vain race to change the form Of Thy ...
Sivu 38
... darkness of the place Comes , scarcely felt ; the barky trunks , the ground , The fresh , moist ground , are all ... dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages ; when , at Thy call , Uprises the great deep , and ...
... darkness of the place Comes , scarcely felt ; the barky trunks , the ground , The fresh , moist ground , are all ... dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages ; when , at Thy call , Uprises the great deep , and ...
Sivu 47
... dark water , The magic stone lies still , Under the leaning willows In the shadow of the hill . But oft the idle fisher Sits on the shadowy bank , And his dreams make marvelous pictures Where the wizard's lapstone sank . And still , in ...
... dark water , The magic stone lies still , Under the leaning willows In the shadow of the hill . But oft the idle fisher Sits on the shadowy bank , And his dreams make marvelous pictures Where the wizard's lapstone sank . And still , in ...
Sivu 54
... darkness - faster , and still Bregenz does well to honor the noble Tyrol " Faster ! " she cries , " Oh , faster ... darker , ere one more day is flown , bring me there in time ! " But louder than bells ' ringing , or lowing of the kine ...
... darkness - faster , and still Bregenz does well to honor the noble Tyrol " Faster ! " she cries , " Oh , faster ... darker , ere one more day is flown , bring me there in time ! " But louder than bells ' ringing , or lowing of the kine ...
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Alfred Tennyson Alice Cary angels Barry Cornwall beautiful bells beneath blessed born breath Bregenz BRET HARTE bright CHARLES DICKENS child cloud cold cried dark dead dear death deep died door dream earth eyes face father feel feet flowers forever GEMS George Eliot grave gray hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hour John kiss land laugh light live Longfellow look Lord morning mother never night o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Pickwick poems poet poor pray prayer rest river round Shakespeare shine shore silent sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's things THOMAS HOOD thou thought to-day Twas voice Washington Irving wave weary wife wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind words young
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Sivu 599 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Sivu 207 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, — Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Sivu 261 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Sivu 158 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Sivu 818 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Sivu 202 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Sivu 521 - 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.
Sivu 260 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Sivu 278 - 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.
Sivu 547 - But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.