Gems for the Fireside: Comprising the Most Unique, Touching, Pithy, and Beautiful Literary Treasures from the Greatest Minds in the Realms of Poetry and Philosophy, Wit and Humor, Statesmanship and ReligionMcNeil & Coffee, 1883 - 912 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 54
... deep . She strives to pierce the blackness , and looser throws the rein ; Her steed must breast the waters that dash above his mane . How gallantly , how nobly , he struggles through the foam , And see in the far distance , shine out ...
... deep . She strives to pierce the blackness , and looser throws the rein ; Her steed must breast the waters that dash above his mane . How gallantly , how nobly , he struggles through the foam , And see in the far distance , shine out ...
الصفحة 80
... deep in dark Chaleur That wreck shall lie forevermore , Mother and sister , wife and maid , Looked from the rocks of Marblehead Over the moaning and rainy sea , - Looked for the coming that might not be ! What did the winds and the sea ...
... deep in dark Chaleur That wreck shall lie forevermore , Mother and sister , wife and maid , Looked from the rocks of Marblehead Over the moaning and rainy sea , - Looked for the coming that might not be ! What did the winds and the sea ...
الصفحة 93
... deep sigh burst from Mr. Owen's heart . " Amen , " he said solemnly , " Amen . ” " To - night , in the early twilight , I shall see the cows all coming home from pasture , and precious little Blossom stand on the back stoop , waiting ...
... deep sigh burst from Mr. Owen's heart . " Amen , " he said solemnly , " Amen . ” " To - night , in the early twilight , I shall see the cows all coming home from pasture , and precious little Blossom stand on the back stoop , waiting ...
الصفحة 97
... deep sorrow . She brought him every morning fresh wild flowers ; but every morning he could mark her cheek grow paler and more pale , and her low tones get fainter and more faint , and a cold dew was on the hand he held . One day he saw ...
... deep sorrow . She brought him every morning fresh wild flowers ; but every morning he could mark her cheek grow paler and more pale , and her low tones get fainter and more faint , and a cold dew was on the hand he held . One day he saw ...
الصفحة 99
... deep into the wood's recesses , To woo spring's caresses . Ah , come and woo the spring ; List to the birds that sing ; Pluck the primroses ; pluck the violets ; Pluck the daisies , Sing their praises ; Friendship with the flowers some ...
... deep into the wood's recesses , To woo spring's caresses . Ah , come and woo the spring ; List to the birds that sing ; Pluck the primroses ; pluck the violets ; Pluck the daisies , Sing their praises ; Friendship with the flowers some ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Alice Cary angels Artemus Ward Bardell BARRY CORNWALL Bayard Taylor beautiful bells beneath blessed born breath Bregenz bright CHARLES DICKENS child cloud cold cried dark dead dear death deep died door dream earth eyes face father feel feet fire flowers forever GEMS George Eliot Goethe grave gray hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hour JOHN kiss land laugh light live Longfellow look Lord Madame de Staël morning mother never night o'er Pickwick poems poet poor pray prayer rest river round Shakespeare Shibboleth shine shore silent sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's things THOMAS HOOD thou thought trees Twas voice WASHINGTON IRVING wave weary wife wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind words young
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الصفحة 822 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
الصفحة 464 - On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
الصفحة 209 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
الصفحة 263 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
الصفحة 159 - Tis the wind, and nothing more.' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door; Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,...
الصفحة 160 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
الصفحة 296 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
الصفحة 793 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
الصفحة 242 - Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
الصفحة 366 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?