Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 sivua |
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... ; AND EVEN IN THE PIECES HEREIN COLLECTED did not APPROVE THEMSELVES PERFECT , - IS DEDICATED . IN THE HOPE THAT ITS GOOD MAY LIVE FOR EVER , AND ITS EVIL DIE WITH IT . CONTENTS . Reform , My Philosophy , A Christian Colony AL418.46.
... ; AND EVEN IN THE PIECES HEREIN COLLECTED did not APPROVE THEMSELVES PERFECT , - IS DEDICATED . IN THE HOPE THAT ITS GOOD MAY LIVE FOR EVER , AND ITS EVIL DIE WITH IT . CONTENTS . Reform , My Philosophy , A Christian Colony AL418.46.
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... Hope , by Richard Penn Smith , 228 E. S. Norton , From Longfellow's Hyperion , 228 The Yankee Girl , by John G. Whittier , The Female Martyr , by John G. Whittier , We live in Deeds not Years , 271 272 272 232 The Ballad of Casandra ...
... Hope , by Richard Penn Smith , 228 E. S. Norton , From Longfellow's Hyperion , 228 The Yankee Girl , by John G. Whittier , The Female Martyr , by John G. Whittier , We live in Deeds not Years , 271 272 272 232 The Ballad of Casandra ...
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... hope of retaining their farms . As first settlers , they had chosen the best land ; and persevering industry had brought it into the highest cultivation . Its market value was much greater than the acres already sold at exorbi- tant ...
... hope of retaining their farms . As first settlers , they had chosen the best land ; and persevering industry had brought it into the highest cultivation . Its market value was much greater than the acres already sold at exorbi- tant ...
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... hope , than convincing , to backsliders . This much I should have said , though I were sure I should have spoken only to trees and I felt rebuked for my want of faith , and conse . quent shallowness of insight . That hard - handed la ...
... hope , than convincing , to backsliders . This much I should have said , though I were sure I should have spoken only to trees and I felt rebuked for my want of faith , and conse . quent shallowness of insight . That hard - handed la ...
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... hope expanded long ago , Long since their blossoms withered on the tree ; No second spring can come to make them blow , But in the silent winter of the grave They lie with blighted love and buried wo . I did not waste the gifts which ...
... hope expanded long ago , Long since their blossoms withered on the tree ; No second spring can come to make them blow , But in the silent winter of the grave They lie with blighted love and buried wo . I did not waste the gifts which ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2015 |
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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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Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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!
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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?
Sivu 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!
Sivu 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!
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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