Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 من الصفحات |
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... Happy Life , by Sir Henry Wotton , Instinct of Childhood , by John Neal , My Friend , • • The Factory Girls of Lowell , by J. G. Whittier , The Labourer , by William D. Gallagher , Reform , by Thomas L. Harris , Truth and Freedom , by ...
... Happy Life , by Sir Henry Wotton , Instinct of Childhood , by John Neal , My Friend , • • The Factory Girls of Lowell , by J. G. Whittier , The Labourer , by William D. Gallagher , Reform , by Thomas L. Harris , Truth and Freedom , by ...
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... happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; Above , the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! " Try not the pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead ...
... happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; Above , the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! " Try not the pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead ...
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... happy thing- Many a daisied Spring , Flown on Time's ceaseless wing , Far , far away . " Childhood can never die , " Saith my philosophy- Wrecks of our infancy Live on for aye . Sweet fancies never die— They leave behind Some fairy ...
... happy thing- Many a daisied Spring , Flown on Time's ceaseless wing , Far , far away . " Childhood can never die , " Saith my philosophy- Wrecks of our infancy Live on for aye . Sweet fancies never die— They leave behind Some fairy ...
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... happy innocence , which he would fain read over again . Then come listless irresolution , and the inevitable inaction of despair ; or else the firm resolve to record upon the leaves that still re- main , a more noble history than the ...
... happy innocence , which he would fain read over again . Then come listless irresolution , and the inevitable inaction of despair ; or else the firm resolve to record upon the leaves that still re- main , a more noble history than the ...
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... happy now , Where the saints their calm watch keep ; That angels are crowning that fair young brow , — Then wherefore do we weep ? Her laughing voice made all rejoice , Who caught the happy sound ; There was gladness in her very step ...
... happy now , Where the saints their calm watch keep ; That angels are crowning that fair young brow , — Then wherefore do we weep ? Her laughing voice made all rejoice , Who caught the happy sound ; There was gladness in her very step ...
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm capital punishment child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave green hand Hannah Lee happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G land light lips live look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT mind mother N. P. WILLIS nature neath never night o'er peace poor prayer prison racter round Rübezahl seemed silent sing slave slavery sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil true truth unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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الصفحة 270 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
الصفحة 165 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
الصفحة 207 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
الصفحة 21 - ... coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it: Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care: Fashion'd so slenderly, Young and so fair!
الصفحة 268 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
الصفحة 21 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other?
الصفحة 215 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
الصفحة 1 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
الصفحة 258 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
الصفحة 250 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread : Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this