Rosabower: A Collection of Essays and MiscellaniesR. P. Thompson, printer, 1855 - 281 pagina's |
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Pagina 5
... side , and let us commune with nature and with ourselves ? The place is beautiful - beautiful as ideal visions of fairy - land . Its influences are soothing as dreams of love . To reach the sequestered retreat I , many years ago , with ...
... side , and let us commune with nature and with ourselves ? The place is beautiful - beautiful as ideal visions of fairy - land . Its influences are soothing as dreams of love . To reach the sequestered retreat I , many years ago , with ...
Pagina 6
... side of a streamlet , whose waters run rippling by to mingle with the Wabash , smooth and softly flowing , nestles , in a cozy retreat , my summer bower . On the north may be caught faint glimpses of my vine - covered cottage , peering ...
... side of a streamlet , whose waters run rippling by to mingle with the Wabash , smooth and softly flowing , nestles , in a cozy retreat , my summer bower . On the north may be caught faint glimpses of my vine - covered cottage , peering ...
Pagina 7
... side sits the sparrow singing to its mate on her nest in the neighboring thicket . From the fence- corner comes the plaintive monotone of the robin . From the crevice in the old stump flits the wren twittering em- ulous . On the topmost ...
... side sits the sparrow singing to its mate on her nest in the neighboring thicket . From the fence- corner comes the plaintive monotone of the robin . From the crevice in the old stump flits the wren twittering em- ulous . On the topmost ...
Pagina 8
... side , or blithely bound over the lawn , clap- ping her little hands for joy that summer was come . Then would she skip from flower to flower along the dell , and having woven , with tiny hands , a wreath , steal with light . steps ...
... side , or blithely bound over the lawn , clap- ping her little hands for joy that summer was come . Then would she skip from flower to flower along the dell , and having woven , with tiny hands , a wreath , steal with light . steps ...
Pagina 13
... side of my old beech . Bubbling up from the gravelly soil on the hill - side was a pure spring of clear , cold water . It was none of your intermittent springs , such as flow by fits and starts - very profuse in their supply of water in ...
... side of my old beech . Bubbling up from the gravelly soil on the hill - side was a pure spring of clear , cold water . It was none of your intermittent springs , such as flow by fits and starts - very profuse in their supply of water in ...
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Rosabower: A Collection of Essays and Miscellanies William Clark Larrabee Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2019 |
Rosabower: A Collection of Essays and Miscellanies William Clark Larrabee Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2019 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 125 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image.
Pagina 141 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Pagina 106 - He ever lives above For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead ; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
Pagina 84 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Pagina 36 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
Pagina 53 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
Pagina 61 - And last, Man's Life on earth, Glide to thy dim dominions, and are bound. Thou hast my better years ; Thou hast my earlier friends, the good, the kind, Yielded to thee with tears — The venerable form — the exalted mind. My spirit yearns to bring The lost ones back — yearns with desire intense, And struggles hard to wring Thy bolts apart, and pluck thy captives thence.
Pagina 45 - tis nought to me Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Pagina 62 - Kind words, remembered voices once so sweet, Smiles, radiant long ago, And features, the great soul's apparent seat. All shall come back ; each tie Of pure affection shall be knit again ; Alone shall Evil die, And Sorrow dwell a prisoner in thy reign. And then shall I behold Him, by whose kind paternal side I sprung, And her, who, still and cold, Fills the next grave — the beautiful and young.
Pagina 210 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me?