Living Thoughts in Words that Burn, from Poet, Sage and HumoristElliott & Beezley, 1891 - 382 من الصفحات |
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... darkness , And all through the endless night , I sat at her side while she shrieked and cried , And I thought it would ne'er be light . And still the blackness thronging With shapes that was dread to see , My shuddering cry to the God ...
... darkness , And all through the endless night , I sat at her side while she shrieked and cried , And I thought it would ne'er be light . And still the blackness thronging With shapes that was dread to see , My shuddering cry to the God ...
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... dark and deep ; Where the rugged pine in its lowly pride , Leans gloomily over the murky tide ; Where the reeds and rushes are long and lank , And the weeds grow thick on the winding bank ; Where the shadow is heavy the whole day ...
... dark and deep ; Where the rugged pine in its lowly pride , Leans gloomily over the murky tide ; Where the reeds and rushes are long and lank , And the weeds grow thick on the winding bank ; Where the shadow is heavy the whole day ...
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... dark side , for the severity of philosophy which enabled them to endure well , made them equally powerful to inflict . The power to repel happiness has been too often joined to the inability to care for the happiness of others . It is ...
... dark side , for the severity of philosophy which enabled them to endure well , made them equally powerful to inflict . The power to repel happiness has been too often joined to the inability to care for the happiness of others . It is ...
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... dark , through willowy vistas seen The river rolled in shade between . From out the darkness where we trod , We gazed upon those hills of God , Whose light seemed not of morn or sun ; We spake not , but our thought was one . We paused ...
... dark , through willowy vistas seen The river rolled in shade between . From out the darkness where we trod , We gazed upon those hills of God , Whose light seemed not of morn or sun ; We spake not , but our thought was one . We paused ...
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... dark and silent the water lies ; And out of that frozen mist the snow In waving flakes begins to flow ; Flake after flake They sink in the dark and silent lake . See how in a living swarm they come From the chambers beyond that misty ...
... dark and silent the water lies ; And out of that frozen mist the snow In waving flakes begins to flow ; Flake after flake They sink in the dark and silent lake . See how in a living swarm they come From the chambers beyond that misty ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
arms Battle of Waterloo beauty beneath bird blessed blest bliss breast breath bright Charon child cloud cried dark dead dear death delight Doady Dora dream earth eternal eyes face fair father fear feel Feely flowers garden George Somers give glory grave hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hope hour human Kilmeny kings light live look lord marriage Menippus mind morning mortal nature never night o'er once pain pass passion pleasure poor praise pride quoth Quoth the Raven Rasselas round Sancho Sancho Panza shade sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stood struldbrugs sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought tonian truth turn Twas virtue voice walk weary wife WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wonder young youth
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الصفحة 300 - 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, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
الصفحة 129 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
الصفحة 127 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
الصفحة 66 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
الصفحة 55 - In their last sleep— the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
الصفحة 67 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday; — Thou child of joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy shepherd-boy!
الصفحة 128 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
الصفحة 91 - Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a...
الصفحة 327 - To spend too much time in studies, is sloth; to use them too much for ornament, is affectation; to make judgment wholly by their rules is the humour of a scholar. They perfect nature, and are perfected by experience: for natural abilities are like natural plants, that need pruning by study; and studies themselves do give forth directions too much at large, except they be bounded in by experience. Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them: for they teach not their own...
الصفحة 101 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you "—here I opened wide the door.