The Wheat-sheaf, a Suggestive Reader: Containing Germs of Pure and Noble Thoughts for the Youthful MindW.P. Hazard, 1853 - 396 sidor |
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... dear at the price of such pain ! Oh who can describe what the crushed heart can bear- The delirium of hope , and the lonely despair ! Of a Great Man unknown , whom his age doth despise As a fool , mid the vain vulgar crowd of the wise ...
... dear at the price of such pain ! Oh who can describe what the crushed heart can bear- The delirium of hope , and the lonely despair ! Of a Great Man unknown , whom his age doth despise As a fool , mid the vain vulgar crowd of the wise ...
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... dear knee we proffered vows , One lesson from one book we learned , Ere childhood's flaxen ringlet turned To black and brown , on kindred brows . * * I falter where I firmly trod , And , falling with my weight of cares Upon the great ...
... dear knee we proffered vows , One lesson from one book we learned , Ere childhood's flaxen ringlet turned To black and brown , on kindred brows . * * I falter where I firmly trod , And , falling with my weight of cares Upon the great ...
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... even the weakness of my soul upholding The strength of thine . I never knew , like thee , the dear departed ; I stood not by When in calm trust , the pure and tranquil hearted Lay down to die . TO JOSEPH STURGE ON THE DEATH OF HIS SISTER .
... even the weakness of my soul upholding The strength of thine . I never knew , like thee , the dear departed ; I stood not by When in calm trust , the pure and tranquil hearted Lay down to die . TO JOSEPH STURGE ON THE DEATH OF HIS SISTER .
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... dear one , whom He loveth , Is mercy still . Not upon thee or thine the solemn angel Hath evil wrought , Her funeral anthem is a glad evangel- The good die not ! God calls our loved ones ; but we lose not wholly What he hath given ...
... dear one , whom He loveth , Is mercy still . Not upon thee or thine the solemn angel Hath evil wrought , Her funeral anthem is a glad evangel- The good die not ! God calls our loved ones ; but we lose not wholly What he hath given ...
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... dear in his eye , Than the bloom of the earth , or the glow of the sky . hand , I had long loved the white man — I gave him my I refused ' gainst his nation to lift up the brand : My hut was his home , and my hearth was his bed ; And my ...
... dear in his eye , Than the bloom of the earth , or the glow of the sky . hand , I had long loved the white man — I gave him my I refused ' gainst his nation to lift up the brand : My hut was his home , and my hearth was his bed ; And my ...
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.