Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 pagina's |
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Pagina 11
... look at men as individuals , and their object seems to be to gratify a contemptible vanity , to pervert and follow their low appetites and passions , and the dictates of selfishness , wherever they may lead . You look at men in the ...
... look at men as individuals , and their object seems to be to gratify a contemptible vanity , to pervert and follow their low appetites and passions , and the dictates of selfishness , wherever they may lead . You look at men in the ...
Pagina 12
... Look a moment at a few of the efforts which ava- rice has made . For about four centuries , the ava- rice of man , and of Christian men too , has been prey- ing upon the vitals of Africa . It has taken the sons and daughters of Ham ...
... Look a moment at a few of the efforts which ava- rice has made . For about four centuries , the ava- rice of man , and of Christian men too , has been prey- ing upon the vitals of Africa . It has taken the sons and daughters of Ham ...
Pagina 19
... look round on your manifold comforts , while you feel the nipping and frosty air , resolve , aye , and act , in a way that will bless others , and give comfort to your own heart . Youth and health may rejoice in frost and snow , and ...
... look round on your manifold comforts , while you feel the nipping and frosty air , resolve , aye , and act , in a way that will bless others , and give comfort to your own heart . Youth and health may rejoice in frost and snow , and ...
Pagina 20
... Look at her garments Clinging like cerements , Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing ; Take her up instantly , Loving , not loathing . Touch her not scornfully- Think of her mournfully , Gently and humanly , Not of the ...
... Look at her garments Clinging like cerements , Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing ; Take her up instantly , Loving , not loathing . Touch her not scornfully- Think of her mournfully , Gently and humanly , Not of the ...
Pagina 28
... look at the beautiful spectacle ; for it was exceedingly beautiful . The fire had kindled at the very top of As for the punishment and the terror of such do- the cupola , the wind was high , and the flames rush - ings , they fall most ...
... look at the beautiful spectacle ; for it was exceedingly beautiful . The fire had kindled at the very top of As for the punishment and the terror of such do- the cupola , the wind was high , and the flames rush - ings , they fall most ...
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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.