Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - Всего страниц: 288 |
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... birds from far - off to look kindly on a flower or an insect , has thereby climes , which had lighted upon the ductile mass ere made him sensible of the beauty of tenderness to- it had hardened into eternal rock . They make the ward men ...
... birds from far - off to look kindly on a flower or an insect , has thereby climes , which had lighted upon the ductile mass ere made him sensible of the beauty of tenderness to- it had hardened into eternal rock . They make the ward men ...
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... bird in the wild , and where would she find shelter , in which to fauld her bonnie wings ? " Lilias Grieve was the shepherdess of a small flock , among the green pastures at the head of St. Mary's Loch , and up the hill - side , and ...
... bird in the wild , and where would she find shelter , in which to fauld her bonnie wings ? " Lilias Grieve was the shepherdess of a small flock , among the green pastures at the head of St. Mary's Loch , and up the hill - side , and ...
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... birds are chirping in the nest , The young fawns are playing in the shadows , The young flowers are blowing from the West ; Do you question the young children in their sorrow , REESE LIBRARY The Happy Life, by Sir Henry Wotton,
... birds are chirping in the nest , The young fawns are playing in the shadows , The young flowers are blowing from the West ; Do you question the young children in their sorrow , REESE LIBRARY The Happy Life, by Sir Henry Wotton,
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... bird , fluttering and whistling - not cheerfully , but mournfully — and beating herself to death against the delicate wires ; and three little bits of birds watching her , open- mouthed , and trying to follow her from perch to perch ...
... bird , fluttering and whistling - not cheerfully , but mournfully — and beating herself to death against the delicate wires ; and three little bits of birds watching her , open- mouthed , and trying to follow her from perch to perch ...
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... bird ? " " He's in the other cage . He made such a to - do when the birds began to chipper this morning , that I was obliged to let him out ; and brother Bobby , he frightened him into the cage and carried him off . " " Was that right ...
... bird ? " " He's in the other cage . He made such a to - do when the birds began to chipper this morning , that I was obliged to let him out ; and brother Bobby , he frightened him into the cage and carried him off . " " Was that right ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Недоступно для просмотра - 2015 |
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY W holy hope hour human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G land light lips live look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT mind mother N. P. WILLIS nature neath never night o'er peace poor prayer prison racter round Rübezahl seemed silent sing slave slavery sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil true truth UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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Стр. 270 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Стр. 249 - With fingers weary and worn. With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Стр. 249 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Стр. 165 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Стр. 67 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Стр. 207 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Стр. 208 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Стр. 256 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Стр. 165 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm., By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Стр. 165 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create,* And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In Nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.