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... feeling very piously disposed , were contented to have the doors of the church sealed for the day . They went home , either to feel ashamed of their folly , or to glory in what they had done . They obtained the usual satisfaction of a ...
... feeling very piously disposed , were contented to have the doors of the church sealed for the day . They went home , either to feel ashamed of their folly , or to glory in what they had done . They obtained the usual satisfaction of a ...
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... feel that thus he became in the very hour of his triumph ! Erroneous as were then the ends of youthful ambition , yet is there enough of nobleness in the associ- ations of that epoch , to hallow its ornaments to our imagination . Com ...
... feel that thus he became in the very hour of his triumph ! Erroneous as were then the ends of youthful ambition , yet is there enough of nobleness in the associ- ations of that epoch , to hallow its ornaments to our imagination . Com ...
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... men who , amid degrading political and social circumstances , have the strength and elevation of mind to think and feel nobly , and seek by commu- nion with the immortal spirits of the past , or 32 [ January , A Day at Ravenna .
... men who , amid degrading political and social circumstances , have the strength and elevation of mind to think and feel nobly , and seek by commu- nion with the immortal spirits of the past , or 32 [ January , A Day at Ravenna .
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... feel the solemn interest which attaches to the spot where the bones of its author repose . It is enough to know that we are standing by the tomb of a man who , in early boyhood , loved ; and cherished the deep affection then born ...
... feel the solemn interest which attaches to the spot where the bones of its author repose . It is enough to know that we are standing by the tomb of a man who , in early boyhood , loved ; and cherished the deep affection then born ...
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... feel that my present affliction is direct from God . And may God sanctify all his dealings to me , that I may become more humble and meek . I know that I deserve far more than this . ' MONDAY , JULY 9TH . - A change has come o'er the ...
... feel that my present affliction is direct from God . And may God sanctify all his dealings to me , that I may become more humble and meek . I know that I deserve far more than this . ' MONDAY , JULY 9TH . - A change has come o'er the ...
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Abencerrage Anacreon appeared beautiful behold beneath bosom breath breeze bright brow Caliph called Cape Horn character court dark dear death delight disease earth fear feel feet fever flowers gaze Genoa give Grand Vizier green Guttridge hand happy hath head heard heart heaven Hellevoetsluys Hollands Diep honor hour Indian KNICKERBOCKER lady land light live look Lord Lord Cornbury mind Miss Peebles Mocha Dick morning nature never New-York night o'er once Paraguay passed person phrenology present Ravenna reader remark Rotterdam round sachem scene seemed seen ship shore side Sleepy Hollow smile song soon soul spirit stood stork sweet Tableaux Vivantes tears thee thing thou thought tion trees turned Vizier voice volume Vortigern wild wind wings Wolfert Acker words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 11 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
Seite 362 - Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.
Seite 75 - THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Seite 11 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Seite 414 - Further observation and experience have given me a different idea of this little feathered voluptuary, which I will venture to impart, for the benefit of my schoolboy readers, who may regard him with the same unqualified envy and admiration which I once indulged. I have shown him only as I saw him at first, in what I may call the poetical part of his career, when...
Seite 278 - THE time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves ; whether they are to have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.
Seite 362 - And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Seite 75 - And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again.
Seite 115 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Seite 208 - The rising mist of day. Hark ! hark ! I hear yon whistling shroud, I see yon quivering mast ; The black throat of the hunted cloud Is panting forth the blast ! An hour, and, whirled like winnowing chaff, The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon...