January and JuneOakley and Mason, 1868 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... remember , a little vine — a Pump- kin vine - came out of the ground in a cornfield , ' up the road , ' and there it was , in the midst of the corn unseeing and unseen . So there was nothing for it , but to make the best of its way out ...
... remember , a little vine — a Pump- kin vine - came out of the ground in a cornfield , ' up the road , ' and there it was , in the midst of the corn unseeing and unseen . So there was nothing for it , but to make the best of its way out ...
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... remembering it . May- be she has " gone on before , " where it is June all the year long , and never January at all ; but God forbid ! There it was , and then it was , and thus it was : The Beautiful River . Like a Foundling in slumber ...
... remembering it . May- be she has " gone on before , " where it is June all the year long , and never January at all ; but God forbid ! There it was , and then it was , and thus it was : The Beautiful River . Like a Foundling in slumber ...
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... remembers it's the Fourth of July ; the orient Wanderer pauses beneath a palm , wipes his brow , and thinks , " Its the Fourth of July at home . " The Mariner on his rocking deck , where pipes Cape Horn through frozen shrouds , or where ...
... remembers it's the Fourth of July ; the orient Wanderer pauses beneath a palm , wipes his brow , and thinks , " Its the Fourth of July at home . " The Mariner on his rocking deck , where pipes Cape Horn through frozen shrouds , or where ...
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... remember ? Can't you see it all ? Ah ! there's more beneath that swelling crust than every body dreams of , and the chickens are a small item indeed . That mnemonic pie " minds " me , too , of the days when to find a Hen's nest was to ...
... remember ? Can't you see it all ? Ah ! there's more beneath that swelling crust than every body dreams of , and the chickens are a small item indeed . That mnemonic pie " minds " me , too , of the days when to find a Hen's nest was to ...
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... remember one of us wrote upon the fragment of a slate , ' SACRED to the memory of ' - and there was a difficulty ; it had no name . But this was disposed of , and we wrote on- ' a little BIDDY , drowned to death , July 10th , 18 -'- I ...
... remember one of us wrote upon the fragment of a slate , ' SACRED to the memory of ' - and there was a difficulty ; it had no name . But this was disposed of , and we wrote on- ' a little BIDDY , drowned to death , July 10th , 18 -'- I ...
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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!