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... by Mrs. Barbauld , 164 The Chain , 117 Lines , by William Wordsworth , 164
The Fugitive Slave's Apostrophe to the North They are all Gone , by Henry
Vaughan , 166 Star , 117 The Fairies of the Caldon - Low , by Mary Howitt , 166
Hymn for ...
... by Mrs. Barbauld , 164 The Chain , 117 Lines , by William Wordsworth , 164
The Fugitive Slave's Apostrophe to the North They are all Gone , by Henry
Vaughan , 166 Star , 117 The Fairies of the Caldon - Low , by Mary Howitt , 166
Hymn for ...
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... 261 201 A True Patriot , by James C. Fields , The Forlorn , by James Russell
Lowell , 262 204 Gone , by John G. Whittier , Old Maids , by Hans Von Spirgel ,
204 Light , by Ebenezer Elliot , 262 Birds , by Lydia Maria Child , 263 205 The
Star ...
... 261 201 A True Patriot , by James C. Fields , The Forlorn , by James Russell
Lowell , 262 204 Gone , by John G. Whittier , Old Maids , by Hans Von Spirgel ,
204 Light , by Ebenezer Elliot , 262 Birds , by Lydia Maria Child , 263 205 The
Star ...
Pagina 1
... with all their pomp , shall be only heard of as a tale of evil days long gone , —
when wealth and birth shall no more be esteemed , --when love shall be pure ,
not sensual ,when all shall seek their neighbor's good , and the good of all
mankind ...
... with all their pomp , shall be only heard of as a tale of evil days long gone , —
when wealth and birth shall no more be esteemed , --when love shall be pure ,
not sensual ,when all shall seek their neighbor's good , and the good of all
mankind ...
Pagina 4
They will be all gone , and their places will be filled by a race taught in other
schools . So with respect to the systems of violence with which the earth is filled .
The pillars of these systems will have fallen . Younger minds , pervaded with new
...
They will be all gone , and their places will be filled by a race taught in other
schools . So with respect to the systems of violence with which the earth is filled .
The pillars of these systems will have fallen . Younger minds , pervaded with new
...
Pagina 5
5 ness . ness . before , had gone out to settle in the western wilder- | overcome
with good , till not one was found to do They were mostly neighbors ; and had
been them wilful injury . drawn to unite together in emigration from a gene Years
...
5 ness . ness . before , had gone out to settle in the western wilder- | overcome
with good , till not one was found to do They were mostly neighbors ; and had
been them wilful injury . drawn to unite together in emigration from a gene Years
...
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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.