Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - Всего страниц: 288 |
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... Flowers , 84 To my Quaker Cousin , 148 All Mortgaged , by Elihu Burritt , 84 Stanzas , to the Abolitionists of America , 149 A Christmas Tale , by Richard Monkton Milnes , 86 The Freeman , 149 Unwritten Music , by N. P. Willis , 88 ...
... Flowers , 84 To my Quaker Cousin , 148 All Mortgaged , by Elihu Burritt , 84 Stanzas , to the Abolitionists of America , 149 A Christmas Tale , by Richard Monkton Milnes , 86 The Freeman , 149 Unwritten Music , by N. P. Willis , 88 ...
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... Flowers , 268 269 269 269 270 • 270 The Silver Tankard , . 239 240 240 • 241 Prometheus , by James Russell Lowell , 225 • Hope , by Richard Penn Smith , E. S. Norton , 228 From Longfellow's Hyperion , 228 The Yankee Girl , by John G ...
... Flowers , 268 269 269 269 270 • 270 The Silver Tankard , . 239 240 240 • 241 Prometheus , by James Russell Lowell , 225 • Hope , by Richard Penn Smith , E. S. Norton , 228 From Longfellow's Hyperion , 228 The Yankee Girl , by John G ...
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... flowers awarded by men to the noblest . And as to him was awarded a crown of thorns , -to those whose voices joined with his for love and truth , in defiance of form - custom - selfishness , like crowns were given ; and soldiers who ...
... flowers awarded by men to the noblest . And as to him was awarded a crown of thorns , -to those whose voices joined with his for love and truth , in defiance of form - custom - selfishness , like crowns were given ; and soldiers who ...
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... flowers ? And Philomel her plaintiff chant prolong , ' Neath skies more calm and more serene than ours , Making the summer one perpetual song ? Art thou the same as when in manhood's pride I walked in joy thy grassy meads among , With ...
... flowers ? And Philomel her plaintiff chant prolong , ' Neath skies more calm and more serene than ours , Making the summer one perpetual song ? Art thou the same as when in manhood's pride I walked in joy thy grassy meads among , With ...
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... flowers in the fields of Para- dise . Good old man ! In behalf of humanity , I thank thee for these benignant words ! And , still more than I , the bereaved mother thanked thee , and from that hour , though she wept in secret for her ...
... flowers in the fields of Para- dise . Good old man ! In behalf of humanity , I thank thee for these benignant words ! And , still more than I , the bereaved mother thanked thee , and from that hour , though she wept in secret for her ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Недоступно для просмотра - 2015 |
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY W 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 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 249 - 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 !
Стр. 249 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Стр. 165 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Стр. 67 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Стр. 207 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Стр. 208 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Стр. 256 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Стр. 165 - 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.
Стр. 165 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create,* And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In Nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.