Gems for the Fireside: Comprising the Most Unique, Touching, Pithy, and Beautiful Literary Treasures from the Greatest Minds in the Realms of Poetry and Philosophy, Wit and Humor, Statesmanship and ReligionMcNeil & Coffee, 1883 - 912 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 33
... thou the plashy brink ! " 527 531 536 540 542 547 549 552 • 557 561 562 563 ' No ripple from the water's hem . " 566 " " Mary haf got one little lambs already . " 567 44 Fortified Lookout . " . 570 . Tumbling about the bow of the ship ...
... thou the plashy brink ! " 527 531 536 540 542 547 549 552 • 557 561 562 563 ' No ripple from the water's hem . " 566 " " Mary haf got one little lambs already . " 567 44 Fortified Lookout . " . 570 . Tumbling about the bow of the ship ...
الصفحة 37
... Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth , and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees . They in Thy sun ... Thou art here.- Thou fill'st The solitude . Thou art in the soft winds 38 That run along the summit of these trees In 37.
... Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth , and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees . They in Thy sun ... Thou art here.- Thou fill'st The solitude . Thou art in the soft winds 38 That run along the summit of these trees In 37.
الصفحة 38
... Thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes , scarcely felt ; the barky trunks , the ground , The fresh , moist ground , are all instinct with Thee : Here is continual worship ; -nature , here , In the ...
... Thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes , scarcely felt ; the barky trunks , the ground , The fresh , moist ground , are all instinct with Thee : Here is continual worship ; -nature , here , In the ...
الصفحة 38
... Thou art in the cooler breath Wave not less proudly that their ancestors That from the inmost darkness of the place Moulder beneath them . O , there is not Comes , scarcely felt ; the barky trunks , the lost ground , One of Earth's ...
... Thou art in the cooler breath Wave not less proudly that their ancestors That from the inmost darkness of the place Moulder beneath them . O , there is not Comes , scarcely felt ; the barky trunks , the lost ground , One of Earth's ...
الصفحة 42
... thou dost tread , Nature's self thy Ganymede . Thou dost drink and dance and sing , Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see , All the plants belong to thee ; All the summer hours produce , Fertile made with ...
... thou dost tread , Nature's self thy Ganymede . Thou dost drink and dance and sing , Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see , All the plants belong to thee ; All the summer hours produce , Fertile made with ...
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الصفحة 822 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
الصفحة 464 - On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
الصفحة 209 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
الصفحة 263 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
الصفحة 159 - Tis the wind, and nothing more.' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door; Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,...
الصفحة 160 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
الصفحة 296 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
الصفحة 793 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
الصفحة 242 - Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
الصفحة 366 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?