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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... silence of the scene , is not too much for the feeble heart of man , which if deprived of the stay of external things , will either fall back on itself , or else will rove to the world's end , to expend its restless activity in a field ...
... silence of the scene , is not too much for the feeble heart of man , which if deprived of the stay of external things , will either fall back on itself , or else will rove to the world's end , to expend its restless activity in a field ...
الصفحة 22
... limitless blue- On , onward he sails , while in vain o'er the lea , Down plunges the lead through the fathomless sea ! THREE DAYS OF CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS . The pilot in silence TEMPERAMENTS-W L THREE DAYS OF CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS,
... limitless blue- On , onward he sails , while in vain o'er the lea , Down plunges the lead through the fathomless sea ! THREE DAYS OF CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS . The pilot in silence TEMPERAMENTS-W L THREE DAYS OF CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS,
الصفحة 23
... silence leans mournfully o'er The rudder , which creaks mid the dark billows ' roar : He hears the hoarse moan of the waves rushing past , And the funeral wail of the wind - stricken mast : And the stars of far Europe have fled from the ...
... silence leans mournfully o'er The rudder , which creaks mid the dark billows ' roar : He hears the hoarse moan of the waves rushing past , And the funeral wail of the wind - stricken mast : And the stars of far Europe have fled from the ...
الصفحة 28
... silent sky . Oh , in this sunbright sabbath of the heart , How many a prayer puts on the guise of thought , An angel unconfessed ! Its rapid feet , That leave no print on memory's sands , tread not Less surely their bright path than ...
... silent sky . Oh , in this sunbright sabbath of the heart , How many a prayer puts on the guise of thought , An angel unconfessed ! Its rapid feet , That leave no print on memory's sands , tread not Less surely their bright path than ...
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... silence , - For the stoutest held his breath , - While the hungry sea was roaring , And the breakers talked with Death . As thus we sat in darkness , Each one busy in his prayers , " We are lost ! " the captain shouted , As he staggered ...
... silence , - For the stoutest held his breath , - While the hungry sea was roaring , And the breakers talked with Death . As thus we sat in darkness , Each one busy in his prayers , " We are lost ! " the captain shouted , As he staggered ...
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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.