The Golden Gift: A Token for All SeasonsJosiah Moody Fletcher J. Buffum, 1847 - Всего страниц: 128 |
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... human heart . It is submitted to the public with the hope that upon examination it will be found to be , what the com- piler has labored to make it , an acceptable gift . J. M. F. CONTENTS . PAGE . My native Land , -My native.
... human heart . It is submitted to the public with the hope that upon examination it will be found to be , what the com- piler has labored to make it , an acceptable gift . J. M. F. CONTENTS . PAGE . My native Land , -My native.
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... human joys deceitful glow , And fade like waning light away . I've wandered oft amid these bowers , And heard sweet notes from every bough ; And quaffed their fragrance from the flowers , Where all is sad and silent now . But those in ...
... human joys deceitful glow , And fade like waning light away . I've wandered oft amid these bowers , And heard sweet notes from every bough ; And quaffed their fragrance from the flowers , Where all is sad and silent now . But those in ...
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... human heart did move , Is that sweet light that burneth bright In happy hearts we love . The sailor sails upon the sea ; His heart , his home is there ; The spirit's veriest witchery Comes in that spot and air ; He proud will roam and ...
... human heart did move , Is that sweet light that burneth bright In happy hearts we love . The sailor sails upon the sea ; His heart , his home is there ; The spirit's veriest witchery Comes in that spot and air ; He proud will roam and ...
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... human love , Which fill the human breast . The soaring lark's triumphant song Raises our hearts on high ; And while we gaze on him , we long For heavenly melody . Can we behold earth's mantle green , And the blue sky above , And not ...
... human love , Which fill the human breast . The soaring lark's triumphant song Raises our hearts on high ; And while we gaze on him , we long For heavenly melody . Can we behold earth's mantle green , And the blue sky above , And not ...
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... human eye hath seen , That beateth on and beateth on From morning until e'en . And when the soul is wrapped in sleep . And heareth not a sound , It ticks and ticks the livelong night , And never runneth down . Oh ! wondrous is that work ...
... human eye hath seen , That beateth on and beateth on From morning until e'en . And when the soul is wrapped in sleep . And heareth not a sound , It ticks and ticks the livelong night , And never runneth down . Oh ! wondrous is that work ...
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Amid angel ANON beautiful birds bless blest bliss bloom blossom bower breast breeze bright Broadway brow burn cheek cheer cloud dark dear dreams dwell E'er early woo'd earth Eglantine fair fairy fancy's floweret flowers Fountain Fountain played fragrant gaze gentle glory grave grief happy hath hear hearts we love heaven hill hope hour laughed laughs at care life's light lisp live lyre merry heart morning mother mountain home mourn N. P. WILLIS NASHUA native ne'er Neath never night Nosegay o'er pale pass peace pilgrim Pilgrim Fathers play prayer pure rainbow rapture rills scenes scorn shadows sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars sunbeams sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou thought thy brother trees Waft 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,
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; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor...
Стр. 110 - 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. 79 - 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. 29 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb driven cattle, Be a hero in the strife...
Стр. 113 - THE ocean looketh up to heaven, As 'twere a living thing; The homage of its waves is given In ceaseless worshipping. They kneel upon the sloping sand, As bends the human knee, A beautiful and tireless band, The priesthood of the sea ! They pour...
Стр. 72 - Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea Still lies where he laid his houseless head; — But the pilgrim — where is he?
Стр. 72 - Go, stand on the hill where they lie. The earliest ray of the golden day, On that hallowed spot is cast; And the evening sun, as he leaves the world, Looks kindly on that spot last. The Pilgrim spirit has not fled: It walks in noon's broad light; And it watches the bed of the glorious dead, With the holy stars by night. It watches the bed of the brave who have bled, And shall guard this ice-bound shore, Till the waves of the bay, where the Mayflower lay, Shall foam and freeze no more.
Стр. 28 - 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. 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. 57 - Whilst skies are blue and bright, 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.