Jess: Bits of Wayside GospelMacmillan Company, 1901 - Всего страниц: 312 |
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... farm , who had had childhood companionship with horses , and who , during my three years ' ex- perience in the artillery service , had learned the comradeship possible between a soldier and his horse , now resented in my heart as a ...
... farm , who had had childhood companionship with horses , and who , during my three years ' ex- perience in the artillery service , had learned the comradeship possible between a soldier and his horse , now resented in my heart as a ...
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... farm home , she was named " Jess , " a name suggestive of the political campaign of 1856. The name written long would be " Jessie Fremont , " that of the admired wife of the mountain path- finder . In two days Jess and I started out on ...
... farm home , she was named " Jess , " a name suggestive of the political campaign of 1856. The name written long would be " Jessie Fremont , " that of the admired wife of the mountain path- finder . In two days Jess and I started out on ...
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... farms were ample and the farm - houses modern and roomy , but their owners one after another refused to take us in . They were not " fixed to keep travellers , " they said . The fifth time the plea for the tired horse fell on ...
... farms were ample and the farm - houses modern and roomy , but their owners one after another refused to take us in . They were not " fixed to keep travellers , " they said . The fifth time the plea for the tired horse fell on ...
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... farm - house at his chores , whether in gathering sheaves into the barn or laying the dead away in the grave , we have seen that which is more than reeds , however beautiful ; than raiment , how- ever soft ; we have beheld messengers of ...
... farm - house at his chores , whether in gathering sheaves into the barn or laying the dead away in the grave , we have seen that which is more than reeds , however beautiful ; than raiment , how- ever soft ; we have beheld messengers of ...
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... farms which Jess and I once visited , whose days were made happy by his love for the pigs which it was his special ... farm or cleared his eighty acres of their trees . G What we ought to do for our working - men A DINNER OF HERBS 81.
... farms which Jess and I once visited , whose days were made happy by his love for the pigs which it was his special ... farm or cleared his eighty acres of their trees . G What we ought to do for our working - men A DINNER OF HERBS 81.
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Стр. 209 - And in that day will I make a covenant for them with the beasts of the field, and with the fowls of heaven, and with the creeping things of the ground: and I will break the bow and the sword and the battle out of the earth, and will make them to lie down safely.
Стр. 148 - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
Стр. 255 - Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread ? and your labour for that which satisfieth not? hearken diligently unto me, and eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.
Стр. 208 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Стр. 289 - As the bird trims her to the gale, I trim myself to the storm of time, I man the rudder, reef the sail, Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime: 'Lowly faithful, banish fear, Right onward drive unharmed; The port, well worth the cruise, is near, And every wave is charmed.
Стр. 77 - Tis not by guilt the onward sweep Of truth and right. O Lord, we stay; Tis by our follies that so long We hold the earth from heaven away. "These clumsy feet, still in the mire, Go crushing blossoms without end; These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Among the heart-strings of a friend.
Стр. 308 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Стр. 196 - O'er England's abbeys bends the sky, As on its friends, with kindred eye ; For out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air; And Nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat.
Стр. 307 - Not on the vulgar mass Called " work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
Стр. 138 - Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie ; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies ; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies ; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.