Looking Toward Sunset: From Sources Old and New, Original and SelectedTicknor and Fields, 1865 - 455 pagina's |
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Pagina 10
... knew . " Sometimes the blue eyes moistened as she sang ; but , ere the tears fell , tender memories would modulate themselves into the tune of " Auld lang syne . " And sometimes the old mother , who sat knitting in the sunshine , would ...
... knew . " Sometimes the blue eyes moistened as she sang ; but , ere the tears fell , tender memories would modulate themselves into the tune of " Auld lang syne . " And sometimes the old mother , who sat knitting in the sunshine , would ...
Pagina 41
... dust must do ; but in spirit I was calm and cheerful , because I knew to whom I and mine belonged . At the beginning of old age , I could indeed call myself a happy man . On my seventieth birthday THE CONSOLATIONS OF AGE . 41.
... dust must do ; but in spirit I was calm and cheerful , because I knew to whom I and mine belonged . At the beginning of old age , I could indeed call myself a happy man . On my seventieth birthday THE CONSOLATIONS OF AGE . 41.
Pagina 70
... knew not whither . And now they all set out upon a race after something higher up than squirrels or butterflies could go . " Look there ! Look there ! See what is before us ! " they ex- claimed . And lo ! they all saw , away beyond , on ...
... knew not whither . And now they all set out upon a race after something higher up than squirrels or butterflies could go . " Look there ! Look there ! See what is before us ! " they ex- claimed . And lo ! they all saw , away beyond , on ...
Pagina 75
... knew it not . Gradually their pain was softened , and they found comfort in remembering his winning ways . Mary said to her companion : " As we have travelled along this mysterious road , the scenery has been continually changing , even ...
... knew it not . Gradually their pain was softened , and they found comfort in remembering his winning ways . Mary said to her companion : " As we have travelled along this mysterious road , the scenery has been continually changing , even ...
Pagina 83
... knew what my joy was about ; And something seemed to warm my breast , As I sat on a mossy bank to rest . That was the time ; when I used to roll On the blue - bells that covered the upland knoll , And I never could tell why the thought ...
... knew what my joy was about ; And something seemed to warm my breast , As I sat on a mossy bank to rest . That was the time ; when I used to roll On the blue - bells that covered the upland knoll , And I never could tell why the thought ...
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Looking Toward Sunset: From Sources Old and New, Original and Selected Lydia Maria Child Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
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ALICE CARY asked auld lang syne Aunty beautiful better blessed bright brother called cheerful child cloud Constable Montmorenci Cranford Dannecker dear death Dubois Duke of Würtemberg earth eyes face father feel flowers gone Gottreich grandmother gray grow habits hair hand happy hear heard heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER hour Hyppolite Jenny John Anderson kindly knew labors lady laugh learned leave light lived Livy look manuscripts Marcelline marriage married mind Miss Matey Miss Pole morning mother Nature neighbors never night old age palimpsest passed pleasant pleasure poor read entertaining replied rich baker round seemed sing smile sorrow soul spirit summer sunshine sweet talk tears tell thee THEODORE PARKER things thou thought tion told trees turbed Uncle Tommy vellum voice walk wife winter woman women young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 384 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Pagina 126 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Pagina 68 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night...
Pagina 184 - HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys ? If there has, take him out, without making a noise.
Pagina 360 - ... promises, kindly stepped in, and carried him away, to where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest ! It is during the time that we lived on this farm, that my little story is most eventful.
Pagina 205 - He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen.* Even so, come, Lord Jesus. The grace -)- of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.
Pagina 35 - T'HE Lord my shepherd is; *- I shall be well supplied : Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place * Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy name. 4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear...
Pagina 193 - He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet: he is one by whom All effort seems forgotten, one to whom Long patience hath such mild composure given, That patience now doth seem a thing, of which He hath no need. He is by nature led To peace so perfect, that the young behold With envy what the Old Man hardly feels.
Pagina 98 - Matthew is in his grave, yet now, Methinks, I see him stand, As at that moment, with a bough Of wilding in his hand. THE FOUNTAIN A CONVERSATION WE talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet. 'Now, Matthew...
Pagina 384 - They are all gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest, After the sun's remove.