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... happy to be gay : For she was kind as she was fair , And more , my rival was not there . By noon our journey's goal was found , Where all indeed was fairy ground : For summer's sun has never smiled On spot more brightly , purely wild ...
... happy to be gay : For she was kind as she was fair , And more , my rival was not there . By noon our journey's goal was found , Where all indeed was fairy ground : For summer's sun has never smiled On spot more brightly , purely wild ...
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... happy they felt when they discovered that it proceeded from the kitchen - window of a large farm - house . The numerous out- houses and a large barn gave promise of good quarters , and our tra- vellers entered the house with great ...
... happy they felt when they discovered that it proceeded from the kitchen - window of a large farm - house . The numerous out- houses and a large barn gave promise of good quarters , and our tra- vellers entered the house with great ...
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... happy invention of the sailor ; I never thought that any recollection of the sort could have been otherwise than gay or joyous ; and yet at this moment my hand falters , and the air has not breath enough for me , as I remember how thou ...
... happy invention of the sailor ; I never thought that any recollection of the sort could have been otherwise than gay or joyous ; and yet at this moment my hand falters , and the air has not breath enough for me , as I remember how thou ...
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... happy with the fool . They who are not sometimes satisfied without being critical , are like those unhappy kings who will never eat of a dish for fear of getting poisoned , till they have somebody to taste it for them . XVII . It is ...
... happy with the fool . They who are not sometimes satisfied without being critical , are like those unhappy kings who will never eat of a dish for fear of getting poisoned , till they have somebody to taste it for them . XVII . It is ...
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... place you August , with such sober certainty of being well . among these piny hills , as manna once in the can visit in July and Health drops down happy Araby . The " Should you stay grave - yards are bankrupt , 38 [ July , Our Village .
... place you August , with such sober certainty of being well . among these piny hills , as manna once in the can visit in July and Health drops down happy Araby . The " Should you stay grave - yards are bankrupt , 38 [ July , Our Village .
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volym 8 Charles Fenno Hoffman,Lewis Gaylord Clark,Kinahan Cornwallis,Timothy Flint,John Holmes Agnew Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1836 |
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Sida 409 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Sida 409 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Sida 409 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Sida 409 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Sida 93 - In my opinion, profound minds are the most likely to think lightly of the resources of human reason; and it is the pert superficial thinker who is generally strongest in every kind of unbelief. The deep philosopher sees chains of causes and effects so wonderfully and strangely linked together, that he is usually the last person to decide upon the impossibility of any two series of events being independent of each other...
Sida 90 - Those morning haunts are where they should be, at home; not sleeping, or concocting the surfeits of an irregular feast, but up and stirring, in winter often ere the sound of any bell awake men to labour or to devotion; in summer as oft with the bird that first rouses, or not much tardier, to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught: then, with useful and generous labours preserving the body's health and hardiness...
Sida 64 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly; These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Sida 75 - ... the silver cord is snapped, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Sida 95 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Sida 90 - ... to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught; then with useful and generous labors preserving the body's health and hardiness to render lightsome, clear, and not lumpish obedience to the mind, to the cause of religion, and our country's liberty...