The Wheat-sheafW.P. Hazard, 1857 - 416 páginas |
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... sweet and holy , through an atmosphere of balm : Where Niagara the burthen of his congregated springs , Hurls down the yawning chasm , how gloriously she sings ! Afar in leafy forests , where the axe hath never swung , Where the Indian ...
... sweet and holy , through an atmosphere of balm : Where Niagara the burthen of his congregated springs , Hurls down the yawning chasm , how gloriously she sings ! Afar in leafy forests , where the axe hath never swung , Where the Indian ...
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... sweet spectacle ! transport ! delight ' Oh generous sobs which he cannot restrain ! What will Ferdinand say ? and the Future ? and Spain ? He will lay this fair land at the foot of the throne- The king will repay all the ills he has ...
... sweet spectacle ! transport ! delight ' Oh generous sobs which he cannot restrain ! What will Ferdinand say ? and the Future ? and Spain ? He will lay this fair land at the foot of the throne- The king will repay all the ills he has ...
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... sweet years , arose and fell , From flower to flower , from snow to snow : And we with singing cheered the way , And , crowned with all the season lent , From April on to April went , And glad at heart from May to May : But where the ...
... sweet years , arose and fell , From flower to flower , from snow to snow : And we with singing cheered the way , And , crowned with all the season lent , From April on to April went , And glad at heart from May to May : But where the ...
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... sweet forms in either mind . For as the same cold streamlet curled Through all his eddying coves ; the same All winds that roam the twilight came In whispers of the beauteous world . At one dear knee we proffered vows , One lesson from ...
... sweet forms in either mind . For as the same cold streamlet curled Through all his eddying coves ; the same All winds that roam the twilight came In whispers of the beauteous world . At one dear knee we proffered vows , One lesson from ...
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... SWEET is the pleasure itself cannot spoil . Is not true leisure one with true toil ? Thou that would'st taste it , still do thy best , - Abuse it not , waste it not , else ' tis no rest . Would'st behold beauty , near thee , around ...
... SWEET is the pleasure itself cannot spoil . Is not true leisure one with true toil ? Thou that would'st taste it , still do thy best , - Abuse it not , waste it not , else ' tis no rest . Would'st behold beauty , near thee , around ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Absalom ages angel beauty behold beneath blessed bosom bright brow called child Christ Christian cloud DANIEL WHEELER dark dear death deep divine dreams earth Edward Burrough eternal evil faith father fear feel feet fell Fenelon flowers George Fox glory Gospel grave hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven holy honour hope hour Howard human hymn immortal JAMES NAYLER JOHN HOWARD JOSEPH STURGE labour Lawrence Southwick life's light lips living LOGAN'S LAMENT look Lord mercy mighty mind Mosul mountains N. P. WILLIS nature never night o'er passed peace pleasure poor praise prayer prison Quaker religion round scene seems shadow sight silent song sorrow soul spirit star sublime sweet thee thine things THOMAS ELLWOOD thought TINTERN ABBEY tion truth voice waves weary wild William Penn wings wonder words young
Pasajes populares
Página 145 - 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.
Página 180 - 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.
Página 315 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Página 181 - 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.
Página 348 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Página 182 - 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.
Página 157 - ... 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.
Página 146 - 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
Página 180 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart ; — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air, — Comes a still voice...
Página 262 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life Shall e'er prevail against us or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.