January and June: Being Out-door Thinkings and Fire-side MusingsS. Hueston, 1854 - Всего страниц: 281 |
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... perhaps I should bid adieu to the Dews without noting : that they have sparkled for decades of centuries , and every body , from the bards of a thousand years to the last scribbler for a scrap - book , has likened them to every thing ...
... perhaps I should bid adieu to the Dews without noting : that they have sparkled for decades of centuries , and every body , from the bards of a thousand years to the last scribbler for a scrap - book , has likened them to every thing ...
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... night ; signalling , it may be , the " Allied Powers , " in some tremendous war that " John S. C. Abbott " never heard of ; seeking , perhaps , its mate . 6 There's a black bug , homely as sin . 46 OUR DEFENCES . " 47.
... night ; signalling , it may be , the " Allied Powers , " in some tremendous war that " John S. C. Abbott " never heard of ; seeking , perhaps , its mate . 6 There's a black bug , homely as sin . 46 OUR DEFENCES . " 47.
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... perhaps another , Sailing o'er Life's solemn main , A forlorn and ship - wreck'd brother , Seeing , may take heart again . " An ОAK felled , the other day , in " the heavy tim- ber , " close by , had been making History these three ...
... perhaps another , Sailing o'er Life's solemn main , A forlorn and ship - wreck'd brother , Seeing , may take heart again . " An ОAK felled , the other day , in " the heavy tim- ber , " close by , had been making History these three ...
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... perhaps . Every verb has a root , and verbs are the great staple in epic poetry , for the action— that's the Verb " the play's the thing : " so the Iliad is as full of roots as a potato patch . It will not seem so very strange then ...
... perhaps . Every verb has a root , and verbs are the great staple in epic poetry , for the action— that's the Verb " the play's the thing : " so the Iliad is as full of roots as a potato patch . It will not seem so very strange then ...
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... perhaps you have has found name and fame since then , and it never quickened a pulse ! How the chip hat was doffed , preparatory to " the removal of the deposites , " and the eggs transferred thereto ; and no Roman , returning from ...
... perhaps you have has found name and fame since then , and it never quickened a pulse ! How the chip hat was doffed , preparatory to " the removal of the deposites , " and the eggs transferred thereto ; and no Roman , returning from ...
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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. 263 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 227 - Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered and rolled ; Heavy to get, and light to hold ; Hoarded, bartered, bought, and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled : Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the church-yard mould ; Price of many a crime untold : Gold ! gold ! gold ! gold...
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. 223 - Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was, and the spirit unto God who gave it.
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. 72 - Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain ; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray ; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Стр. 225 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Стр. 42 - Still thou art blest, compared wi' me! The present only toucheth thee: But, och! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear! An' forward, though I canna see, I guess an
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.