January and JuneOakley and Mason, 1868 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... Fall ...... 148 Indian Summer ... 148 ' And Such a Change ' . 153 The Old Times and the New ...... 157 Queer Estimates .... 160 A Voice from the Past . 164 Waiting ... 166 ..... No Room for Two ' ..... 170 The Grammar of Life . 172 ...
... Fall ...... 148 Indian Summer ... 148 ' And Such a Change ' . 153 The Old Times and the New ...... 157 Queer Estimates .... 160 A Voice from the Past . 164 Waiting ... 166 ..... No Room for Two ' ..... 170 The Grammar of Life . 172 ...
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... Fall , lo ! a PUMPKIN , rotund , golden , magnificent , held out at arm's length by the little vine ; held in the ... falling rain , the essence of Pumpkin , and we'll let it go without painting . Death . THE world is curved round about ...
... Fall , lo ! a PUMPKIN , rotund , golden , magnificent , held out at arm's length by the little vine ; held in the ... falling rain , the essence of Pumpkin , and we'll let it go without painting . Death . THE world is curved round about ...
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... falling upon the floor . And the VINE , like a mariner , was making for ' the light ' that God had kindled there in the dark ! Joy go with thee , pale Vine , on thy journey . Engi- neers cannot direct thy route ; Contractors cannot ...
... falling upon the floor . And the VINE , like a mariner , was making for ' the light ' that God had kindled there in the dark ! Joy go with thee , pale Vine , on thy journey . Engi- neers cannot direct thy route ; Contractors cannot ...
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... falling . " There is not a crow of defiance , or triumph , or complacence ; not a call - you have heard it , and I cannot describe it , unless it is like a laugh in a muff - to the ' women folks , ' at the dis- covery of some rare ...
... falling . " There is not a crow of defiance , or triumph , or complacence ; not a call - you have heard it , and I cannot describe it , unless it is like a laugh in a muff - to the ' women folks , ' at the dis- covery of some rare ...
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... plunge ' s made for the basket ; the cloth falls off in the mêlee , and the chicken lies there , among the white wool— dead ! War is turned to weeping . I made a shingle coffin ; you dug a grave . The chicken was CHICKEN PIE . 93.
... plunge ' s made for the basket ; the cloth falls off in the mêlee , and the chicken lies there , among the white wool— dead ! War is turned to weeping . I made a shingle coffin ; you dug a grave . The chicken was CHICKEN PIE . 93.
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January and June: Being Out-door Thinkings and Fire-side Musings Benjamin Franklin Taylor Полный просмотр - 1854 |
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amid beat beautiful bells beneath billows bird bless blue blue air body bosom breath Cape Horn Circassian cloud Cochin China comes cradle crimson Daguerreotype dark dead Dead Past dream dust earth eyes fellow fire flowers flung flutter Fourth of July gay woods glitter glory glow gold golden gone grave gray green grow half heart Heaven hens hope iron iron song June leaf leaves light linger lips look lustrum mas Days memory morning mother never night o'er rain rattled and rocked remember rock rose Rotten Stone round rustling sang shadow sigh silver sing smile song soul stars summer swallow's nest sweet swelling swinging tears There's thing thought three-cent pieces thunder tree turned uttered Vine voice waiting wave Whip-poor-Will whisper wind window wings wonder woods word yesterday
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Стр. 53 - 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.
Стр. 42 - But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Стр. 84 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Стр. 180 - 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!
Стр. 174 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Стр. 163 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : Oh that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!