Rosabower: A Collection of Essays and MiscellaniesR. P. Thompson, printer, 1855 - 281 pagina's |
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Pagina 15
... waves beat on the beach ! How they dashed against the cliffs ! How they bellowed in the dark caverns ! When the weather was fair , the whole expanse seemed some- times whitened with sails , and the waves seemed to sport and play on the ...
... waves beat on the beach ! How they dashed against the cliffs ! How they bellowed in the dark caverns ! When the weather was fair , the whole expanse seemed some- times whitened with sails , and the waves seemed to sport and play on the ...
Pagina 46
... waves , there still rose up in solitary grandeur , far above all interven- ing peaks , the granite summit of Mount Washington . Nor could I travel in any direction without encountering , often as I ascended an eminence , the distant ...
... waves , there still rose up in solitary grandeur , far above all interven- ing peaks , the granite summit of Mount Washington . Nor could I travel in any direction without encountering , often as I ascended an eminence , the distant ...
Pagina 64
... wave , and some on foreign coasts . The grave of one is made on the plain of evergreens , beneath the spreading branches of the pine , and of another by the side of the mountain stream ; and I stand here , a stranger among the living ...
... wave , and some on foreign coasts . The grave of one is made on the plain of evergreens , beneath the spreading branches of the pine , and of another by the side of the mountain stream ; and I stand here , a stranger among the living ...
Pagina 65
... wave after wave of sadness to flow over my soul . Many years ago , when a mere child , I was rambling in the populous graveyard of the city near my native home ; I read the names of hundreds familiar to me , with no peculiar emotions ...
... wave after wave of sadness to flow over my soul . Many years ago , when a mere child , I was rambling in the populous graveyard of the city near my native home ; I read the names of hundreds familiar to me , with no peculiar emotions ...
Pagina 69
... wave our hand in the air and feel a slight sensation , which we call resistance . We wave it in the water , and feel a stronger sensation of the same kind . We place our foot on the ground , and feel a still stronger impression of ...
... wave our hand in the air and feel a slight sensation , which we call resistance . We wave it in the water , and feel a stronger sensation of the same kind . We place our foot on the ground , and feel a still stronger impression of ...
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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?