Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 páginas |
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... sleeping in the grove , He dreamed not of her love . Like Dian's kiss , unasked , unsought , Love gives itself , but is ... sleep , And kisses the closed eyes Of him who slumbering lies . O weary hearts ! O slumberiug eyes ! O drooping ...
... sleeping in the grove , He dreamed not of her love . Like Dian's kiss , unasked , unsought , Love gives itself , but is ... sleep , And kisses the closed eyes Of him who slumbering lies . O weary hearts ! O slumberiug eyes ! O drooping ...
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... Sleep and his twin - brother Death were represented as children reposing in the arms of Night . On various funeral monuments of the ancients the Genius of Death is sculptured as a beautiful youth , leaning on an invert - no longer there ...
... Sleep and his twin - brother Death were represented as children reposing in the arms of Night . On various funeral monuments of the ancients the Genius of Death is sculptured as a beautiful youth , leaning on an invert - no longer there ...
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... sleep side by side , and the hand of the child is in the mane of the tiger . Nations gaze till they forget the mur- derous work of war , and the garments rolled in blood . The whole earth is enlightened , and the star shines on till it ...
... sleep side by side , and the hand of the child is in the mane of the tiger . Nations gaze till they forget the mur- derous work of war , and the garments rolled in blood . The whole earth is enlightened , and the star shines on till it ...
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... sleep ? That there should exist the necessity for such sacrifices , what does it say to us concerning the structure of society , on this Christmas day , nearly two thousand years after the advent of Him , who said , " God is your father ...
... sleep ? That there should exist the necessity for such sacrifices , what does it say to us concerning the structure of society , on this Christmas day , nearly two thousand years after the advent of Him , who said , " God is your father ...
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... sleep had mocked and cursed , But he had left them long before The vision on their souls had burst . And underneath the sod he lay , Now all bedued with fruitful tears ; And they could only deck the tomb That told of his neglected years ...
... sleep had mocked and cursed , But he had left them long before The vision on their souls had burst . And underneath the sod he lay , Now all bedued with fruitful tears ; And they could only deck the tomb That told of his neglected years ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY W 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 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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Página 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...
Página 249 - 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 " Song of the Shirt !
Página 249 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Página 165 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Página 67 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 207 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Página 208 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 256 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Página 165 - 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.
Página 165 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create,* And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In Nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.