Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 pagina's |
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Pagina 20
... undutiful ; Past all dishonor , Death has left on her Only the beautiful . Still , for all slips of hers One of Eve's family- Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily . Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb , Her.
... undutiful ; Past all dishonor , Death has left on her Only the beautiful . Still , for all slips of hers One of Eve's family- Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily . Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb , Her.
Pagina 22
... lips . His word swayed the multitude as pendent vines swing in the summer wind ; as the spirit of God moved on the waters of chaos , and said , " Let there be light , " and there was light . No doubt many a rude fisherman of Gennesareth ...
... lips . His word swayed the multitude as pendent vines swing in the summer wind ; as the spirit of God moved on the waters of chaos , and said , " Let there be light , " and there was light . No doubt many a rude fisherman of Gennesareth ...
Pagina 23
... lips of little children , and the unboastful beauty of simple nature ; not with the sound of trumpet , and the tramp of mail - clad hosts . Simplicity and commonness are the proofs of Beauty's divinity . Earnestly and beautifully ...
... lips of little children , and the unboastful beauty of simple nature ; not with the sound of trumpet , and the tramp of mail - clad hosts . Simplicity and commonness are the proofs of Beauty's divinity . Earnestly and beautifully ...
Pagina 24
... lip to lip through the land . Luther's noble hymns made more and truer protestants than ever did his sermons or his tracts . The song hummed by some toiling mother to beguile the long monotony of the spinning - wheel , may have turned ...
... lip to lip through the land . Luther's noble hymns made more and truer protestants than ever did his sermons or his tracts . The song hummed by some toiling mother to beguile the long monotony of the spinning - wheel , may have turned ...
Pagina 37
... lips began to tremble , and her soft eyes filled with tears . Within the cage was the mother bird , fluttering and whistling - not cheerfully , but mournfully — and beating herself to death against the delicate wires ; and three little ...
... lips began to tremble , and her soft eyes filled with tears . Within the cage was the mother bird , fluttering and whistling - not cheerfully , but mournfully — and beating herself to death against the delicate wires ; and three little ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY W holy hope hour human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G land light lips live look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT mind mother N. P. WILLIS nature neath never night o'er peace poor prayer prison racter round Rübezahl seemed silent sing slave slavery sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil true truth UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words 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.