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The Pioneer ; Or, Leaves from an Editor's Portfolio
Fragmentarisk förhandsgranskning - 1969
Anti-Slavery authority bear beauty become better blessed body breath brother cause character child Christ Christian church common dark death divine earth face fact faith fall fear feel fire flowers follow freedom gathered give green hand hanging happy head heart heaven holy hope human idea influence Jesus keep kind labor leave light live look Mary mean meetings mind moral morning mother nature never night noble once peace poor prayer present priest principles pure reason reform religion round seems slavery smile society soon sorrow soul speak speech spirit stars sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thought true truth turn voice wandered Washingtonian whole young
Sida 165 - The eye — it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. 'Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Sida 135 - For us, the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow; Nothing we see, but means our good. As our delight, or as our treasure; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
Sida 43 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Sida 75 - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; He sang to my ear, they sang to my eye.
Sida 14 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view...
Sida 75 - The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs; I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky. Full of light and of deity; Again I saw, again I heard, The rolling river, the morning bird; Beauty through my senses stole; I yielded myself to the perfect whole.
Sida 166 - tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
Sida 158 - 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 !