Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 páginas |
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... strong , That it can follow the flight of song ? Long , long afterward , in an oak , I found the arrow , still unbroke ; And the song , from beginning to end , I found again in the heart of a friend . ENDYMION . The rising moon has hid ...
... strong , That it can follow the flight of song ? Long , long afterward , in an oak , I found the arrow , still unbroke ; And the song , from beginning to end , I found again in the heart of a friend . ENDYMION . The rising moon has hid ...
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... strong again . Within my breast there is no light , But the cold light of stars ; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars . The star of the unconquered will , He rises in my breast , Serene , and resolute , and still ...
... strong again . Within my breast there is no light , But the cold light of stars ; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars . The star of the unconquered will , He rises in my breast , Serene , and resolute , and still ...
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... strong soul poured forth glorious thoughts . Men became habituated to the idea and practice of high truth . The possibility of change for the better was acknowledged . Glory to God rang abroad over the earth - Io Pans , un- like the ...
... strong soul poured forth glorious thoughts . Men became habituated to the idea and practice of high truth . The possibility of change for the better was acknowledged . Glory to God rang abroad over the earth - Io Pans , un- like the ...
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... strong an illustration does his own mission furnish of this growth of reform ! Even his disciples , during his life , and even after his death , but imperfectly com- prehended his doctrine . And what lies have been extorted from it ...
... strong an illustration does his own mission furnish of this growth of reform ! Even his disciples , during his life , and even after his death , but imperfectly com- prehended his doctrine . And what lies have been extorted from it ...
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... strong ! ' Men sometimes go down into tombs , with painful longings to behold once more the faces of their de- parted friends ; and as they gaze upon them , lying there so peacefully with the semblance that they wore on earth , the ...
... strong ! ' Men sometimes go down into tombs , with painful longings to behold once more the faces of their de- parted friends ; and as they gaze upon them , lying there so peacefully with the semblance that they wore on earth , the ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
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.