The Wheat-sheaf, a Suggestive Reader: Containing Germs of Pure and Noble Thoughts for the Youthful MindW.P. Hazard, 1853 - 396 من الصفحات |
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... fair ? This noble house , this lodging rare ? So small and modest , yet so great ! How shall I fill its chambers bare With use , with ornament , with state ? My God hath given the stone and clay : ' Tis I must fashion them aright— ' Tis ...
... fair ? This noble house , this lodging rare ? So small and modest , yet so great ! How shall I fill its chambers bare With use , with ornament , with state ? My God hath given the stone and clay : ' Tis I must fashion them aright— ' Tis ...
الصفحة 14
... fair , And redolent of purity . With three compartments furnished well , The house shall be a home complete , Wherein , should circumstance rebel , The humble tenant may retreat . EDUCATION . The first , a room wherein to deal.
... fair , And redolent of purity . With three compartments furnished well , The house shall be a home complete , Wherein , should circumstance rebel , The humble tenant may retreat . EDUCATION . The first , a room wherein to deal.
الصفحة 15
... home . Oh , noble work of toil and care ! Oh , task most difficult and rare ! Oh , simple , but most arduous plan ! To raise a dwelling - place so fair , The sanctuary of a man ! 15 Che Barmony of Nature . THERE is joy among the.
... home . Oh , noble work of toil and care ! Oh , task most difficult and rare ! Oh , simple , but most arduous plan ! To raise a dwelling - place so fair , The sanctuary of a man ! 15 Che Barmony of Nature . THERE is joy among the.
الصفحة 24
... fair , the new virgin earth seems ! With gold the fruits glisten , and sparkle the streams . Green gleams on the mountains , and gladdens the isles , And the seas and the rivers are dimpled with smiles ! " Joy ! joy ! " cries Columbus ...
... fair , the new virgin earth seems ! With gold the fruits glisten , and sparkle the streams . Green gleams on the mountains , and gladdens the isles , And the seas and the rivers are dimpled with smiles ! " Joy ! joy ! " cries Columbus ...
الصفحة 27
... fair surprise ! But yesterday , and life seemed tented round With idle sadness . Not a bird sang out But with a mournful meaning : not a cloud , And there were many , but in flitting past Trailed somewhat of its darkness o'er my heart ...
... fair surprise ! But yesterday , and life seemed tented round With idle sadness . Not a bird sang out But with a mournful meaning : not a cloud , And there were many , but in flitting past Trailed somewhat of its darkness o'er my heart ...
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ages angel beauty behold beneath blessed blissful band bosom breath bright brow called child Christ Christian cloud DANIEL WHEELER dark dear death deep divine earth Edward Burrough eternal evil faith Father fear feel Fenelon flowers gentle George Fox glorious glory Gospel grave hast hath head hear heart Heaven holy honour hope hour human hymn immortal JAMES NAYLER JOHN HOWARD JOHN WOOLMAN JOSEPH STURGE labour life's light living LOGAN'S LAMENT look Lord mercy mighty mind Mosul mountains N. P. WILLIS nature never night NINEVEH o'er passed peace Penn Pilgrim poor praise prayer prison Quaker religion round shadow shalt shining silent song sorrow soul spirit star strong sublime sweet thee thine things THOMAS ELLWOOD thou thought Thy hand tion truth voice waters waves weary wild William Penn wings wonder words Work-work-work
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.