Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 pagina's |
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Pagina 2
... star ! Excelsior ! A PSALM OF LIFE . BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . Tell me not in mournful numbers , Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real - life is earnest- And ...
... star ! Excelsior ! A PSALM OF LIFE . BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . Tell me not in mournful numbers , Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real - life is earnest- And ...
Pagina 9
... stars , beautiful , but faint and cold ! Strange , that in later days , this angel of God , which leads us with a gentle hand into the Land of the great departed , into the silent Land , ' should have been transformed into a monstrous ...
... stars , beautiful , but faint and cold ! Strange , that in later days , this angel of God , which leads us with a gentle hand into the Land of the great departed , into the silent Land , ' should have been transformed into a monstrous ...
Pagina 11
... star arise , -the everlasting hills do bow , the valleys are raised , and the moon puts on the brightness of the sun . The deserts and the dry places gush with waters . Nature pauses . The ser- pent forgets his fangs ; the lion and the ...
... star arise , -the everlasting hills do bow , the valleys are raised , and the moon puts on the brightness of the sun . The deserts and the dry places gush with waters . Nature pauses . The ser- pent forgets his fangs ; the lion and the ...
Pagina 14
... stars , in their midnight course listen to millions of human voices , and deep organ - tones strug- gling upwards , vainly striving to express the hopes and aspirations , which that advent concentrated from the past and prophesied for ...
... stars , in their midnight course listen to millions of human voices , and deep organ - tones strug- gling upwards , vainly striving to express the hopes and aspirations , which that advent concentrated from the past and prophesied for ...
Pagina 16
... sword shall wield , Another hand the standard wave , Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy grave ! A THE STAR - GAZER . BY C. P. CRANCH The Battle-field, by William Cullen Bryant, Field Notes, 61.
... sword shall wield , Another hand the standard wave , Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy grave ! A THE STAR - GAZER . BY C. P. CRANCH The Battle-field, by William Cullen Bryant, Field Notes, 61.
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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.