January and JuneOakley and Mason, 1868 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... sweet breath in it , life with a song in it , life with a light in it . Life tied up in little bags of most Quakerish - looking silk , by that sly spinner , the spi- der ; life done up in gray bundles , and hung upon apple trees ...
... sweet breath in it , life with a song in it , life with a light in it . Life tied up in little bags of most Quakerish - looking silk , by that sly spinner , the spi- der ; life done up in gray bundles , and hung upon apple trees ...
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... ressed , and made itself as agreeable as possible . By and by , it half said , half sighed , ' Let me fling a wreath over you , sweet Tree , ' and a wreath it was ' Just a festoon or two ; ' and festoons OUR FOLKS . 23.
... ressed , and made itself as agreeable as possible . By and by , it half said , half sighed , ' Let me fling a wreath over you , sweet Tree , ' and a wreath it was ' Just a festoon or two ; ' and festoons OUR FOLKS . 23.
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... sweet thing to look at , but with no more breath than an Oyster , has been growing neglected beside the door for a long time . Several impudent Burdocks and saucy Pigweeds had grown over it and around it ; and there it was without a ...
... sweet thing to look at , but with no more breath than an Oyster , has been growing neglected beside the door for a long time . Several impudent Burdocks and saucy Pigweeds had grown over it and around it ; and there it was without a ...
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... sweet Ionic of the Golden Age shall no longer stand unrivalled , and man shall hail " my brother ! " around the globe , uttered in the real , living eloquence of the Educated Hand . Digging a line of poetry , indeed ! They shall shovel ...
... sweet Ionic of the Golden Age shall no longer stand unrivalled , and man shall hail " my brother ! " around the globe , uttered in the real , living eloquence of the Educated Hand . Digging a line of poetry , indeed ! They shall shovel ...
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... sweet as June . It was none of your dashing , roaring sort of rains , that strangle the gutters , splash against the windows , and take one's breath away with whole pailsfull of water at once . It was none of your cold , sleety ...
... sweet as June . It was none of your dashing , roaring sort of rains , that strangle the gutters , splash against the windows , and take one's breath away with whole pailsfull of water at once . It was none of your cold , sleety ...
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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!