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... thee , an ' thou would , many a forgotten reminiscence of thee and thine , and who is , withal , one of the blandest and most affable creatures in the world . He moves in the best society , is rigidly scrupulous of his out- ward ...
... thee , an ' thou would , many a forgotten reminiscence of thee and thine , and who is , withal , one of the blandest and most affable creatures in the world . He moves in the best society , is rigidly scrupulous of his out- ward ...
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... thee by the hand , and led thee into green pastures and by the side of still waters , while thou , poor deluded soul , imagined thyself in the society of one of " Heaven's elect . " And yet thou tremblest at the mention of his name ...
... thee by the hand , and led thee into green pastures and by the side of still waters , while thou , poor deluded soul , imagined thyself in the society of one of " Heaven's elect . " And yet thou tremblest at the mention of his name ...
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... thee ; for thou knowest them too well already . Neither is it necessary that we should show up the too fascinating Devil in any other suit from his many colored wardrobe . people , that ye look not for his monster , but rather as a ...
... thee ; for thou knowest them too well already . Neither is it necessary that we should show up the too fascinating Devil in any other suit from his many colored wardrobe . people , that ye look not for his monster , but rather as a ...
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... thee Thou no ray of light and joy can'st throw , If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world , through weal and wo ; If no dear eye thy fond love can brighten , No fond voices answer to thine own ; If no brother's ...
... thee Thou no ray of light and joy can'st throw , If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world , through weal and wo ; If no dear eye thy fond love can brighten , No fond voices answer to thine own ; If no brother's ...
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... thee , from the hill - top looking down ; And the heifer , that lows in the upland farm , Far heard , lows not thine ear to charm ; The sexton , tolling the bell at noon , Dreams not that great Napoleon Stops his horse , and lists with ...
... thee , from the hill - top looking down ; And the heifer , that lows in the upland farm , Far heard , lows not thine ear to charm ; The sexton , tolling the bell at noon , Dreams not that great Napoleon Stops his horse , and lists with ...
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The Pioneer ; Or, Leaves from an Editor's Portfolio Henry Clapp Fragmentarisk förhandsgranskning - 1969 |
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Sida 147 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Sida 148 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light; And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright; While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs, And twit me with the spring.
Sida 70 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Sida 155 - 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 65 - 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 4 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure ; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled...
Sida 65 - 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 147 - 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...
Sida 33 - 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 59 - And tolls its perfume on the passing air, Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer. Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane, most catholic and solemn, Which God hath planned ; To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply ; Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.