Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 páginas |
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... Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied , Excelsior ! " Oh stay , " the maiden said , " and rest Thy weary head upon this breast ! " A tear stood in his bright blue ...
... Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied , Excelsior ! " Oh stay , " the maiden said , " and rest Thy weary head upon this breast ! " A tear stood in his bright blue ...
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... dark clouds melt into the air , the wind falls , and serenity succeeds the storm . The causes which produce these sudden changes may have been long at work within us , but the changes themselves cause . It was so with Flemming ; and ...
... dark clouds melt into the air , the wind falls , and serenity succeeds the storm . The causes which produce these sudden changes may have been long at work within us , but the changes themselves cause . It was so with Flemming ; and ...
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... darkness ; and never has a Catholic community been known to be other than degraded , ignorant , superstitious and sunken . Let light in , and all who receive it rush to infidelity . But what a mass of mind has been , and still is ...
... darkness ; and never has a Catholic community been known to be other than degraded , ignorant , superstitious and sunken . Let light in , and all who receive it rush to infidelity . But what a mass of mind has been , and still is ...
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... dark , And few would hear what he could tell , And fewer still would sit with him And watch that sky he loved so well . One solitary soul he seemed— And yet he knew that all might see The orbs that showed to him alone The fulness of ...
... dark , And few would hear what he could tell , And fewer still would sit with him And watch that sky he loved so well . One solitary soul he seemed— And yet he knew that all might see The orbs that showed to him alone The fulness of ...
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... dark fringe , That lies like a shadow there , Were beautiful in the eyes of all , - And her glossy golden hair ! But though that lid may never wake From its dark and dreamless sleep ; She is gone where young hearts do not break , - Then ...
... dark fringe , That lies like a shadow there , Were beautiful in the eyes of all , - And her glossy golden hair ! But though that lid may never wake From its dark and dreamless sleep ; She is gone where young hearts do not break , - Then ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
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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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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 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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!
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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