The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, 第 13 卷Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1839 |
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My Lord has need of these flowerets gay , ' The Reaper said , and smil'd : ' Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where he was once a child . ' " They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints upon their ...
My Lord has need of these flowerets gay , ' The Reaper said , and smil'd : ' Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where he was once a child . ' " They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints upon their ...
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American appearance arms beautiful become believe better body brought called cause character close continued course court dark death deep earth effect face fear feel fever friends give half hand happy head hear heard heart hope hour human hundred interest Italy kind land late leave less light live look means mind morning nature never night o'er object observed once passed perhaps person present reader reason remain remark respect rest round scene seemed seen ship side smile soon soul speak spirit stand stood sweet thee thing thou thought town true turned voice volume whole wind young
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第374页 - Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine ; And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
第433页 - O, then to your gardens, ye housewives, repair ; Your walks border up ; sow and plant at your leisure, The bluebird will chant from his box such an air, That all your hard toils will seem truly a pleasure. He flits through the orchard, he visits each tree, The red flowering peach, and the apple's sweet blossoms ; He snaps up destroyers wherever they be...
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第77页 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
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第374页 - They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!