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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... wild birds carol , and for him the bursting flower , From the jeweled arch of heaven , to the daisy chequered sod , Is one continued banquet for the masterpiece of God ! 17 AND the Frost too , has a melodious ministry ! You will hear ...
... wild birds carol , and for him the bursting flower , From the jeweled arch of heaven , to the daisy chequered sod , Is one continued banquet for the masterpiece of God ! 17 AND the Frost too , has a melodious ministry ! You will hear ...
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... wild throb of despair and delight That depressed and expanded his bosom that night ; The quick alternations , as morning drew near , The chill and the fever , the rapture and fear , You would feel that such moments exhausted the rage ...
... wild throb of despair and delight That depressed and expanded his bosom that night ; The quick alternations , as morning drew near , The chill and the fever , the rapture and fear , You would feel that such moments exhausted the rage ...
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... wild waters murmured in harmony by : The mountains still bloom and the waters still But joy to my bosom shall never shine more . pour- It was sweet once to sit by the gush of the spring , And hear in the wild - wood the mocking - bird ...
... wild waters murmured in harmony by : The mountains still bloom and the waters still But joy to my bosom shall never shine more . pour- It was sweet once to sit by the gush of the spring , And hear in the wild - wood the mocking - bird ...
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... wild fancies my dark bosom thrill . Like the light breeze that wafts the brown autumn leaf hither , So Logan goes forth , and no mortal knows whither . A spirit comes over the mountain afar—— Like the lovely mild glow of the evening ...
... wild fancies my dark bosom thrill . Like the light breeze that wafts the brown autumn leaf hither , So Logan goes forth , and no mortal knows whither . A spirit comes over the mountain afar—— Like the lovely mild glow of the evening ...
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... wild career of dissipa- tion , had become insane ! When the father returned , he found his son an incurable maniac . Thus bereft of every tie which could bind him to his home , on the 5th of July , 1779 , he took another , his last ...
... wild career of dissipa- tion , had become insane ! When the father returned , he found his son an incurable maniac . Thus bereft of every tie which could bind him to his home , on the 5th of July , 1779 , he took another , his last ...
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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.