The Golden Gift: A Token for All SeasonsJosiah Moody Fletcher F.W. Bailey, 1856 - Всего страниц: 128 |
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... Fond hopes ere I can realize them , flee ; And when my soul has struggled till ' t is weary ; - With kindly heart , O then , remember me ! W. A. SLEEPER . Home of my Youth . How well I remember My THE GOLDEN GIFT . 11 Sleeper, Remember.
... Fond hopes ere I can realize them , flee ; And when my soul has struggled till ' t is weary ; - With kindly heart , O then , remember me ! W. A. SLEEPER . Home of my Youth . How well I remember My THE GOLDEN GIFT . 11 Sleeper, Remember.
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... weary nature seems to rest , It gladdens me to hear The nightingale's loud , thrilling songs , While she her music oft prolongs , Until the stars appear . And then , as sinks the morning - star , To hear the cuckoo from afar Commence ...
... weary nature seems to rest , It gladdens me to hear The nightingale's loud , thrilling songs , While she her music oft prolongs , Until the stars appear . And then , as sinks the morning - star , To hear the cuckoo from afar Commence ...
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... blessedness ; And wheresoe'er the weary heart Turns in its dim despair , The meek - eyed blossom upward looks , Inviting it to prayer . E. O. SMITH . LO Mutability . THE flower that smiles to - day To 58 THE GOLDEN GIFT . Smith,
... blessedness ; And wheresoe'er the weary heart Turns in its dim despair , The meek - eyed blossom upward looks , Inviting it to prayer . E. O. SMITH . LO Mutability . THE flower that smiles to - day To 58 THE GOLDEN GIFT . Smith,
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... this world of sorrow ! The look of scorn I cannot brave , Nor pity's eye more dreary ; A quiet sleep within the grave Is all for which I weary ! Farewell , dear Yorrow's mountains green , And banks of THE GOLDEN GIFT . 79 Hogg,
... this world of sorrow ! The look of scorn I cannot brave , Nor pity's eye more dreary ; A quiet sleep within the grave Is all for which I weary ! Farewell , dear Yorrow's mountains green , And banks of THE GOLDEN GIFT . 79 Hogg,
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... weary way . No more shall ye fear for the morning's blight , Nor dread the cold chills of even ; For afar , in a realm of celestial light , Your floweret is blooming in heaven . C. W. EVEREST . Is it not Sweet . Is it not sweet to THE ...
... weary way . No more shall ye fear for the morning's blight , Nor dread the cold chills of even ; For afar , in a realm of celestial light , Your floweret is blooming in heaven . C. W. EVEREST . Is it not Sweet . Is it not sweet to THE ...
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Amid ANONYMOUS azure beautiful birds blest bliss bloom bower breast breeze bright brow burn cheek cheer cloud Congenial spirits crystal spring dark dear dreams dwell E'er early woo'd earth Eglantine eyes fair flowers forget Fountain played fragrant gaze gentle glad grave grief happy HARVARD COLLEGE hath hear hearts we love heaven hope hour laughs at care left the sighing life's light lisp live longer tells lyre Madrigal merry heart morning mountain home mourn N. P. WILLIS native ne'er never night Nosegay numbers o'er its hills pass peace Pilgrim Fathers prayer pure rainbow rapture rill roam sacred bands scenes shadows sighing vale sleep smile soft song sorrow soul stars tears tells her tale thee There's thine thou thought thro thy brother Truth no longer waves weary weep wild wing woman's woo'd and won Yankee girls youth
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Стр. 28 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Стр. 112 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean...
Стр. 29 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate...
Стр. 71 - And called her good as fair, For all God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers warm and true, For her heart was cold to all but gold, And the rich came not to woo — But honored well are charms to sell If priests the selling do.
Стр. 28 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Стр. 73 - Pilgrim's sleep Still brood upon the tide; And his rocks yet keep their watch by the deep To stay its waves of pride. But the snow-white sail that he gave to the gale, When the heavens looked dark, is gone, — As an angel's wing through an opening cloud Is seen, and then withdrawn.
Стр. 81 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.
Стр. 28 - Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day.
Стр. 59 - Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day, Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Dream thou — and from thy sleep Then wake to weep.
Стр. 69 - That very law* which moulds a tear. And bids it trickle from its source, That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.