Jess: Bits of Wayside GospelMacmillan Company, 1901 - Всего страниц: 312 |
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... storm beside his helpless master until the slow relief came . When General Gillespie of the English army fell in the Indian war , the privates of the Eighth Dragoons bought his old horse , and he always marched at the head of the ...
... storm beside his helpless master until the slow relief came . When General Gillespie of the English army fell in the Indian war , the privates of the Eighth Dragoons bought his old horse , and he always marched at the head of the ...
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... storm . Instead of throwing my cut them in little pieces One day , just as the ears of corn on the ground he would for me and feed me out of his hand . sun was lingering on Lookout Mountain , master rode out be- yond Waldon's Ridge to a ...
... storm . Instead of throwing my cut them in little pieces One day , just as the ears of corn on the ground he would for me and feed me out of his hand . sun was lingering on Lookout Mountain , master rode out be- yond Waldon's Ridge to a ...
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... Could but I listen well . That pool knows the ocean - feeling , Of storm and moon - led tide ; The sun finds its East and West therein , And the stars find room to glide . That lichen's crinkled circle Still creeps with the Life Divine 40.
... Could but I listen well . That pool knows the ocean - feeling , Of storm and moon - led tide ; The sun finds its East and West therein , And the stars find room to glide . That lichen's crinkled circle Still creeps with the Life Divine 40.
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... storms came , the rains fell , and the trees swayed , moaned , and gave thanks , the river made no halt , it simply moved High up on the hillslope I was perched , and it seemed to me at times that there was no poetry so fine , no ...
... storms came , the rains fell , and the trees swayed , moaned , and gave thanks , the river made no halt , it simply moved High up on the hillslope I was perched , and it seemed to me at times that there was no poetry so fine , no ...
Стр. 147
... storms and summer droughts , to persist in perennial greenness , bearing the fruit of generosity , open - handed help- fulness , and earnest work ! Thus will the tree of our life be watered by the stream that " makes glad the city of ...
... storms and summer droughts , to persist in perennial greenness , bearing the fruit of generosity , open - handed help- fulness , and earnest work ! Thus will the tree of our life be watered by the stream that " makes glad the city of ...
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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.