For Student Days and BirthdaysB.H. Sanborn & Company, 1899 - 376 páginas |
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... song repeats itself . No more ? Yea , that is Life ; make this forenoon sublime , This afternoon a psalm , this night a prayer , And time is conquered , and thy crown is won . E. R. Sill . AND SO my answer to the question , " How I was ...
... song repeats itself . No more ? Yea , that is Life ; make this forenoon sublime , This afternoon a psalm , this night a prayer , And time is conquered , and thy crown is won . E. R. Sill . AND SO my answer to the question , " How I was ...
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... song , or essay , a similar unity with its sub- ject and with itself , style is in the right way when it tends towards that . — Walter Pater . THE supreme and ultimate product of civilization , it has well been said , is two or three ...
... song , or essay , a similar unity with its sub- ject and with itself , style is in the right way when it tends towards that . — Walter Pater . THE supreme and ultimate product of civilization , it has well been said , is two or three ...
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... songs he sings . February 8 . JOHN RUSKIN , 1819 . William Watson . But it is to you , ye workers , who do already work , . that the whole world calls for new work and nobleness ; to make some nook of God's creation a little fruit ...
... songs he sings . February 8 . JOHN RUSKIN , 1819 . William Watson . But it is to you , ye workers , who do already work , . that the whole world calls for new work and nobleness ; to make some nook of God's creation a little fruit ...
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... songs , I suppose . Du Maurier's " " Trilby . " WHEN friends are at your hearthstone met , Sweet courtesy has done its most , If you have made each guest forget That he himself is not the host . T. B. Aldrich . JAMES MADISON , 1751 ...
... songs , I suppose . Du Maurier's " " Trilby . " WHEN friends are at your hearthstone met , Sweet courtesy has done its most , If you have made each guest forget That he himself is not the host . T. B. Aldrich . JAMES MADISON , 1751 ...
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... song that our hearts may hear , There is ever a song somewhere , my dear , There is ever a song somewhere . James Whitcomb Riley . THE eye sees only that which brings with it the power of seeing . Charles Kingsley . Do ye nexte thynge ...
... song that our hearts may hear , There is ever a song somewhere , my dear , There is ever a song somewhere . James Whitcomb Riley . THE eye sees only that which brings with it the power of seeing . Charles Kingsley . Do ye nexte thynge ...
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Términos y frases comunes
April August Augustine Birrell Augustus Hare beauty better blessed breath Carlyle Charles Kingsley Christina Rossetti COLLEGE CORNER-STONE Coventry Patmore D. G. Rossetti December deeds divine doth dream E. B. Browning earth eternal eyes faith February feel flower friends friendship George Eliot gift give God's Goethe grow hand happy hath Hawthorne heart heaven HENRY hope human JAMES January Jean Ingelow JOHN July June Landor light live looks love thee man's March Matthew Arnold mind morning nature never night noble November o'er October one's patience perfect prayers PRESIDENT Robert Browning Ruskin Samuel Johnson sense September Shakespeare shalt Shelley Sidney Lanier smile song soul spirit Stevenson strength sweet sympathy T. B. Aldrich Tennyson thine things Thomas Thoreau thou art thought thyself true truth unto Weir Mitchell William Watson wisdom wise woman women word Wordsworth youth
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Página 31 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist ; Not its semblance, but itself ; no beauty, nor good, nor power • Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Página 7 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise ; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Página 13 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Página 19 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Página 29 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Página 29 - I hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which, as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavor themselves, by way of amends, to be a help and ornament thereunto.
Página 9 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Página 23 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Página 3 - 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.
Página 5 - Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!