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... blessing to any neigh- cess . When the rascals heard this , they considered it a marvellous good joke , and said and did many pro- voking things , which to them seemed witty . Bars were taken down in the night and cows let into the ...
... blessing to any neigh- cess . When the rascals heard this , they considered it a marvellous good joke , and said and did many pro- voking things , which to them seemed witty . Bars were taken down in the night and cows let into the ...
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... bless , Am left alone to wither in the shade , A weak old man , deserted by his kind- Whom none will comfort in his age , nor aid ! O , let me not repine ! A quiet mind , Conscious and upright , needs no other stay ; Nor can I grieve ...
... bless , Am left alone to wither in the shade , A weak old man , deserted by his kind- Whom none will comfort in his age , nor aid ! O , let me not repine ! A quiet mind , Conscious and upright , needs no other stay ; Nor can I grieve ...
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... blessing . To - day , churches are wreathed in ever- green , altars are illuminated , and the bells sound joyfully in Gloria Excelsis . Throngs of worshippers are going up to their altars , in the Greek , Syrian , Armenian , Roman and ...
... blessing . To - day , churches are wreathed in ever- green , altars are illuminated , and the bells sound joyfully in Gloria Excelsis . Throngs of worshippers are going up to their altars , in the Greek , Syrian , Armenian , Roman and ...
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... bless others , and give comfort to your own heart . Youth and health may rejoice in frost and snow , and while the warm ... blessing of the widow and the fatherless , the aged and infirm , the destitute , and those ready to erish , shall ...
... bless others , and give comfort to your own heart . Youth and health may rejoice in frost and snow , and while the warm ... blessing of the widow and the fatherless , the aged and infirm , the destitute , and those ready to erish , shall ...
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... blessing of her who was " ready to perish , " literally rested on my mother . I could weary you with instances of my mother's kindness of heart ; one more , and I have done . With her trowel in her hand , my mother was busi- ly engaged ...
... blessing of her who was " ready to perish , " literally rested on my mother . I could weary you with instances of my mother's kindness of heart ; one more , and I have done . With her trowel in her hand , my mother was busi- ly engaged ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2015 |
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Sida 270 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Sida 165 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Sida 207 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Sida 21 - ... coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it: Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care: Fashion'd so slenderly, Young and so fair!
Sida 268 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Sida 21 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other?
Sida 215 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Sida 1 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Sida 258 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Sida 250 - 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