January and JuneOakley and Mason, 1868 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... swells the dome above him , and manhood is erect still . But " westward westward , " is the word , and by and by , he bends his head beneath the roof . They say he is old — that the weight of years is on him - that he is looking for a ...
... swells the dome above him , and manhood is erect still . But " westward westward , " is the word , and by and by , he bends his head beneath the roof . They say he is old — that the weight of years is on him - that he is looking for a ...
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... swells of the air . A while ago , Jemmy was slightly depressed , and " for cause , " as will be seen . Relying too much on the twist in the conjugal tie , Lucy - she's one of “ Our Folks , " but the Census Takers have her “ description ...
... swells of the air . A while ago , Jemmy was slightly depressed , and " for cause , " as will be seen . Relying too much on the twist in the conjugal tie , Lucy - she's one of “ Our Folks , " but the Census Takers have her “ description ...
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... swell from the forests of June , Almost to the blue of the blest ; " The bells " that are rung by the breath of the breeze And " toll their perfume " as they swing ; The brooks that are trolling a tune of their own , And dance to ...
... swell from the forests of June , Almost to the blue of the blest ; " The bells " that are rung by the breath of the breeze And " toll their perfume " as they swing ; The brooks that are trolling a tune of their own , And dance to ...
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... , they bore it When no sunset bathed the hills . Now over BUNKER see it billow , Now at BENNINGTON it waves , TICONDEROGA SWells beneath , And SARATOGA's graves ! Oh ! long ago at LEXINGTON , And above those FOURTH OF JULY . 67.
... , they bore it When no sunset bathed the hills . Now over BUNKER see it billow , Now at BENNINGTON it waves , TICONDEROGA SWells beneath , And SARATOGA's graves ! Oh ! long ago at LEXINGTON , And above those FOURTH OF JULY . 67.
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... swells of a pure bosom . In storm and calm , by sunlight and starlight , always there , no tri - linked cable clanks beneath , but fragile stems sway softly in the water ; while brave old Oaks , moored by an hundred roots to solid land ...
... swells of a pure bosom . In storm and calm , by sunlight and starlight , always there , no tri - linked cable clanks beneath , but fragile stems sway softly in the water ; while brave old Oaks , moored by an hundred roots to solid land ...
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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!