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Pagina 1
... holy calm has fallen upon the spirits of all , —when the pestilence has walked
at noon - day , or the power of the Most High has been otherwise vividly shown ,
—Truth and Holiness seemed to bear some sway in the souls and words of men .
... holy calm has fallen upon the spirits of all , —when the pestilence has walked
at noon - day , or the power of the Most High has been otherwise vividly shown ,
—Truth and Holiness seemed to bear some sway in the souls and words of men .
Pagina 4
The mighty men who seemed to fill up the whole field of vision now , whither will
twenty years bear them away ? Whence have come the new multitudes which
throng this breathing world , that were but just born into time a score of years
since ...
The mighty men who seemed to fill up the whole field of vision now , whither will
twenty years bear them away ? Whence have come the new multitudes which
throng this breathing world , that were but just born into time a score of years
since ...
Pagina 6
... regard them with the deepest sadness , as over any people who shall resist
oppression , and their we would a guilty , but beloved son . This is harder song
shall then be to others , How sped the rebelfor the human soul to bear , than
whips or ...
... regard them with the deepest sadness , as over any people who shall resist
oppression , and their we would a guilty , but beloved son . This is harder song
shall then be to others , How sped the rebelfor the human soul to bear , than
whips or ...
Pagina 17
He knew that all the silent scorn Which now in meekness he must bear , Would
change to worship when his ear No longer was a list'ner there . And when the
cold and rugged sod Had pressed the brain that toiled for them , That on his
statue ...
He knew that all the silent scorn Which now in meekness he must bear , Would
change to worship when his ear No longer was a list'ner there . And when the
cold and rugged sod Had pressed the brain that toiled for them , That on his
statue ...
Pagina 20
Think of her mournfully , Reader , if you think that I have said enough , bear
Gently and humanly , with me ; remember , I am speaking of my mother . Not of
the stains of her ; Among the many sons and daughters of affliction , All that
remains of ...
Think of her mournfully , Reader , if you think that I have said enough , bear
Gently and humanly , with me ; remember , I am speaking of my mother . Not of
the stains of her ; Among the many sons and daughters of affliction , All that
remains of ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
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angels bear beauty better birds blessing blood breath bring brother child cold comes dark death deep dream earth eyes face fair faith fall father fear feel flowers freedom friends give gone grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour human kind land learned leaves light lips live look mind mother nature never night o'er once pass peace poor prayer prison rest round seemed side sing slave sleep smile society song soon soul sound speak spirit stand stars strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought true truth turn voice wild wind young
Populaire passages
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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 !
Pagina 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
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.