Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 pagina's |
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Pagina 29
... society . ' Those relics of bar- barism were banished long ago but the foundations of society are nowise injured thereby . a condemned criminal his own life , if he would con sent to perform the vile and hateful office on another ...
... society . ' Those relics of bar- barism were banished long ago but the foundations of society are nowise injured thereby . a condemned criminal his own life , if he would con sent to perform the vile and hateful office on another ...
Pagina 30
... society had wantonly thrown away its power to atone for the grievous wrong . ing . No one wished for another victim , and she was left unpunished , save by the dreadful records of her memory . Few know how numerous are the cases where ...
... society had wantonly thrown away its power to atone for the grievous wrong . ing . No one wished for another victim , and she was left unpunished , save by the dreadful records of her memory . Few know how numerous are the cases where ...
Pagina 31
... society originating in the flesh , has long ago been established in the spirit . Its inmates regard each other as companions of the life to come , and deride the power of any separation which this world can effect . They look with ...
... society originating in the flesh , has long ago been established in the spirit . Its inmates regard each other as companions of the life to come , and deride the power of any separation which this world can effect . They look with ...
Pagina 47
... Society was formed , he lost his license , and got to be starving poor , and the town had to maintain him . He's been crazy for several years . I went to see him last winter with father , who has tried to get him into the state hospital ...
... Society was formed , he lost his license , and got to be starving poor , and the town had to maintain him . He's been crazy for several years . I went to see him last winter with father , who has tried to get him into the state hospital ...
Pagina 56
... Society for the relief of the Destitute Sick . ) would have been reduced to a very humble fraction of what they have actually done for them . What is this but to say , that it is the business of a reli- gious instructor to give you ...
... Society for the relief of the Destitute Sick . ) would have been reduced to a very humble fraction of what they have actually done for them . What is this but to say , that it is the business of a reli- gious instructor to give you ...
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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.