Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 頁 |
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... brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a faulchion from its sheath ; And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue , Excelsior ! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; Above ...
... brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a faulchion from its sheath ; And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue , Excelsior ! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; Above ...
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... brow was sad , his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath ! And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue , Excelsior ! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright : Above ...
... brow was sad , his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath ! And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue , Excelsior ! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright : Above ...
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... I have been With starry Galileo in his cell , That wise magician with the brow serene , Who fathomed space ; and I have seen him tell The wonders of the planetary sphere , 8 And trace the ramparts of Heaven's citadel On the.
... I have been With starry Galileo in his cell , That wise magician with the brow serene , Who fathomed space ; and I have seen him tell The wonders of the planetary sphere , 8 And trace the ramparts of Heaven's citadel On the.
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... brows of Pride . O , ideal of my boyhood's time ! The faith in which my father stood , Even when the sons of Lust and Crime Had stained thy peaceful courts with blood . Still to those courts my footsteps turn , For through the mists ...
... brows of Pride . O , ideal of my boyhood's time ! The faith in which my father stood , Even when the sons of Lust and Crime Had stained thy peaceful courts with blood . Still to those courts my footsteps turn , For through the mists ...
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... brow . Our characters may be tested , in part , by our anticipations . If our thoughts and feelings are running in the channel of time , and dancing from one earthly bubble to another , though our hopes may come in angel - robes , it is ...
... brow . Our characters may be tested , in part , by our anticipations . If our thoughts and feelings are running in the channel of time , and dancing from one earthly bubble to another , though our hopes may come in angel - robes , it is ...
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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
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第 270 頁 - 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...
第 249 頁 - 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 !
第 249 頁 - 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
第 165 頁 - 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.
第 67 頁 - 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.
第 207 頁 - 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.
第 208 頁 - 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.
第 256 頁 - 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.
第 165 頁 - 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.
第 165 頁 - 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.