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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... once by the Hand that sends them . The accidents of this life have no power , ( as they have upon others , ) to change or modify their moral conformation . There is a oneness , a wholeness , an uncompoundedness of character in these ...
... once by the Hand that sends them . The accidents of this life have no power , ( as they have upon others , ) to change or modify their moral conformation . There is a oneness , a wholeness , an uncompoundedness of character in these ...
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... once progression and identity , -of progress made and yet identity maintained : but it is in the habitation that we find them , not in the inhabitants . There is a tract of country in Hindostan that contains nearly as many square miles ...
... once progression and identity , -of progress made and yet identity maintained : but it is in the habitation that we find them , not in the inhabitants . There is a tract of country in Hindostan that contains nearly as many square miles ...
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... once more . He shook the serpent folds away , That gathered round his heart , As shakes the swaying forest - oak Its poison vine apart ; He stood erect - returning pride Grew terrible within , And conscience sat in judgment , on His ...
... once more . He shook the serpent folds away , That gathered round his heart , As shakes the swaying forest - oak Its poison vine apart ; He stood erect - returning pride Grew terrible within , And conscience sat in judgment , on His ...
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... once more Within his presence came , - And lingered oft on lovely lips , His once forbidden name . There may be glory in the might , That treadeth nations down , - Wreaths for the crimson conquerer , Pride for the kingly crown : But ...
... once more Within his presence came , - And lingered oft on lovely lips , His once forbidden name . There may be glory in the might , That treadeth nations down , - Wreaths for the crimson conquerer , Pride for the kingly crown : But ...
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... once more emerge struggling with his prey , and mounting in the air with screams of exultation . These are the signal for our hero , who , launching into the air , instantly gives chase , soon gains on the Fish - Hawk , each exerts his ...
... once more emerge struggling with his prey , and mounting in the air with screams of exultation . These are the signal for our hero , who , launching into the air , instantly gives chase , soon gains on the Fish - Hawk , each exerts his ...
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ages angel beauty beneath blessed blissful band breath bright brow called child Christ Christian cloud DANIEL WHEELER dark dead dear death deep divine earth Edward Burrough eternal evil faith Father fear feel felt Fenelon flowers genius gentle George Fox glorious glory Gospel grave hath head hear heart Heaven holy honour hope hour human hymn immortal intellect JAMES NAYLER JOHN HOWARD JOHN WOOLMAN labour life's light lips LITTLE PILGRIM living LOGAN'S LAMENT look Lord Marian MELANCTHON mercy mighty mind Mosul mountains N. P. WILLIS nature never night NINEVEH o'er passed peace poor praise prayer prison Quaker religion round seemed shadow shining silent song sorrow soul spirit star strong sublime sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS ELLWOOD thought tion truth voice waters waves weary wild William Penn wings wonder words
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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.