The Wheat-sheaf, a Suggestive Reader: Containing Germs of Pure and Noble Thoughts for the Youthful MindW.P. Hazard, 1853 - 396 Seiten |
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... leaves nothing behind it ? If we estimate the character of the books we read , not merely by their direct , but also . by their indirect results - not only by the evil which they produce , but by the good which they exclude - we shall ...
... leaves nothing behind it ? If we estimate the character of the books we read , not merely by their direct , but also . by their indirect results - not only by the evil which they produce , but by the good which they exclude - we shall ...
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... LEAF - H . F. GOULD , 236 JAMES NAYLER - J . G. W. , 239 THE NEGLECTED CALL - HANNAH LLOYD , 251 GEOLOGY - SIR DAVID BREWSTER , 253 CHARITY - L . H. S. , 255 THE TWO URNS , 257 THE STRANGE PREACHER , THE PRESENT , 258 260 THE SYNAGOGUE ...
... LEAF - H . F. GOULD , 236 JAMES NAYLER - J . G. W. , 239 THE NEGLECTED CALL - HANNAH LLOYD , 251 GEOLOGY - SIR DAVID BREWSTER , 253 CHARITY - L . H. S. , 255 THE TWO URNS , 257 THE STRANGE PREACHER , THE PRESENT , 258 260 THE SYNAGOGUE ...
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... leaves the blushing clusters shroud : From the teeming lap of ocean where rest the sunny isles , And white - winged barques are laden with their rich and sunny spoils ; With trumpet - tongued sublimity , or low and silver voice , Nature ...
... leaves the blushing clusters shroud : From the teeming lap of ocean where rest the sunny isles , And white - winged barques are laden with their rich and sunny spoils ; With trumpet - tongued sublimity , or low and silver voice , Nature ...
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... melting , like a wreath of snow , it hangs In folds of wavy silver round , and clothes The orb with richer beauties than her own : Then passing leaves her in her light serene . SOUTHEY . Where is the Enemy ? L. M. CHILD says "
... melting , like a wreath of snow , it hangs In folds of wavy silver round , and clothes The orb with richer beauties than her own : Then passing leaves her in her light serene . SOUTHEY . Where is the Enemy ? L. M. CHILD says "
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... leaves us to walk a dry and dusty and unlovely path . But that sweet stream —is it lost in the salt sea of sorrow , along with the river of am- bition , and the muddy torrents of the world ? O no ! it has not ended in the salt sea of ...
... leaves us to walk a dry and dusty and unlovely path . But that sweet stream —is it lost in the salt sea of sorrow , along with the river of am- bition , and the muddy torrents of the world ? O no ! it has not ended in the salt sea of ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ages angel beauty behold beneath blessed blissful band bosom breath bright brow called child Christ Christian cloud DANIEL WHEELER dark dear death deep divine earth Edward Burrough eternal evil faith Father fear feel Fenelon flowers gentle George Fox glorious glory Gospel grave hast hath head hear heart Heaven holy honour hope hour human hymn immortal JAMES NAYLER JOHN HOWARD JOHN WOOLMAN JOSEPH STURGE labour life's light living LOGAN'S LAMENT look Lord mercy mighty mind Mosul mountains N. P. WILLIS nature never night NINEVEH o'er passed peace Penn Pilgrim poor praise prayer prison Quaker religion round shadow shalt shining silent song sorrow soul spirit star strong sublime sweet thee thine things THOMAS ELLWOOD thou thought Thy hand tion truth voice waters waves weary wild William Penn wings wonder words Work-work-work
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 276 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Seite 159 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Seite 199 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.
Seite 198 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 199 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Seite 198 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Seite 358 - It is easy' in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Seite 199 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Seite 275 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro...
Seite 174 - ... 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.