Beauties and Achievements of the BlindPublished for the authors, 1863 - 387 Seiten Describes some of the great accomplishments of individuals who were blind. |
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... Leaves , Blacklock's Picture of himself , Epitaph on a favorite Lap - dog , The Young , The God of the World , The Eclipse , Autumn , Farewell to the Flowers , 363 • 365 367 369 369 371 373 374 375 The Last of the Jagellons , 877 The ...
... Leaves , Blacklock's Picture of himself , Epitaph on a favorite Lap - dog , The Young , The God of the World , The Eclipse , Autumn , Farewell to the Flowers , 363 • 365 367 369 369 371 373 374 375 The Last of the Jagellons , 877 The ...
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... leaves of a book . It was well peopled , and abundantly provided with honey and wax , and with brood of every differ ent age . On the 5th of May , 1787 , I removed its queen , and , on the 6th , transferred all the bees from another ...
... leaves of a book . It was well peopled , and abundantly provided with honey and wax , and with brood of every differ ent age . On the 5th of May , 1787 , I removed its queen , and , on the 6th , transferred all the bees from another ...
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... leaves the woods no trace Of its lone themes ? " JAMES WILSON was born May 24th , 1779 , in Rich- mond , Virginia . His father , John Wilson , was a native of Scotland , who emigrated to this country when eighteen years of age , to ...
... leaves the woods no trace Of its lone themes ? " JAMES WILSON was born May 24th , 1779 , in Rich- mond , Virginia . His father , John Wilson , was a native of Scotland , who emigrated to this country when eighteen years of age , to ...
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... leaves , or the thoughts it awakened , as it echoed , at quiet evening , the vesper hymn of the flowers , or answered , at noonday , to the song of the rills . Why is it that we yet retain recollection of those we love , when their ...
... leaves , or the thoughts it awakened , as it echoed , at quiet evening , the vesper hymn of the flowers , or answered , at noonday , to the song of the rills . Why is it that we yet retain recollection of those we love , when their ...
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... leaf - clad trees , I was gently borne to a chamber lone , Where the midnight lamp o'er a scholar shone , The offspring of genius , whose every thought With fancy and feeling was richly fraught . But a dream of ambition was lurking ...
... leaf - clad trees , I was gently borne to a chamber lone , Where the midnight lamp o'er a scholar shone , The offspring of genius , whose every thought With fancy and feeling was richly fraught . But a dream of ambition was lurking ...
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Allegany county ancholy authoress bard beams beautiful bees Belfast blessed blind person Bohemia born breath bright brow cheer clouds color dark death deep divine dreams early earth fame fancy father favor feel Fingal flowers FRANCES BROWN friends genius gloom glory hand happy harp hath hear heart heaven hive honor hope hour human voice Iliad inspired JAMES HOLMAN king of day Knaresborough knowledge labors land light lived lonely loss of sight lost his sight lyre memory Metcalf mind misfortune MISS FRANCES morning mountain native nature nature's neath never night o'er objects Ossian perfect poems poet praise present reader says scenes Scoton shade shadow shine sigh sightless sing smile song soon soul sound spirit stars sublime sweet thee thou thought tion true voice waves wild winds writings young youth Zisca
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Seite 48 - The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark Illimitable ocean without bound, Without dimension; where length, breadth, and highth, And time and place are lost; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
Seite 37 - Tunes her nocturnal note: thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Seite 48 - Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature, and, perhaps, her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mix'd Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain His dark materials to create more worlds...
Seite 40 - When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain, for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art perhaps, like me, for a season; thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds careless of the voice of the morning.
Seite 44 - METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave, Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save...
Seite 44 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Seite 40 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course?
Seite 25 - But, ah! permit to pity human state: If not to help, at least lament their fate. From fields forbidden we submiss refrain, With arms unaiding mourn our Argives slain; Yet grant my counsels still their breasts may move, Or all must perish in the wrath of Jove.
Seite 38 - So much the rather thou, celestial light, Shine inward, and the mind, through all her powers, Irradiate...
Seite 51 - From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song. It is nothing now, When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When airs from Paradise refresh my brow, That earth in darkness lies.