Gems for the Fireside: Comprising the Most Unique, Touching, Pithy, and Beautiful Literary Treasures from the Greatest Minds in the Realms of Poetry and Philosophy, Wit and Humor, Statesmanship and ReligionOtis Henry Tiffany Hubbard Bros., 1883 - 912 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 37
... hands have raised ? at least , Let me , Offer one hymn , -thrice happy if it find Acceptance in His ear . Father , Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns . Thou Didst weave this verdant roof . Thou didst look down Upon the naked ...
... hands have raised ? at least , Let me , Offer one hymn , -thrice happy if it find Acceptance in His ear . Father , Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns . Thou Didst weave this verdant roof . Thou didst look down Upon the naked ...
Σελίδα 54
... hand , Bregenz , our foemen's stronghold , Bregenz Shall not the roaring waters their headlong Out - out into the darkness - faster , and still Bregenz does well to honor the noble Tyrol " Faster ! " she cries , " Oh , faster ! " Eleven ...
... hand , Bregenz , our foemen's stronghold , Bregenz Shall not the roaring waters their headlong Out - out into the darkness - faster , and still Bregenz does well to honor the noble Tyrol " Faster ! " she cries , " Oh , faster ! " Eleven ...
Σελίδα 62
... hand- rail ; I am jerked violently around , but finally , after a desperate effort , I get upon the step with my knees , and am hauled in by the brakeman , hot , dusty and mad , with my trousers torn across the knees , my legs bruised ...
... hand- rail ; I am jerked violently around , but finally , after a desperate effort , I get upon the step with my knees , and am hauled in by the brakeman , hot , dusty and mad , with my trousers torn across the knees , my legs bruised ...
Σελίδα 81
... hand of a master ! Every passion of the human heart , every sentiment that sways the soul , every action or character in the vast realms of history or the bound- less world about us , the preacher can summon obedient to his command . He ...
... hand of a master ! Every passion of the human heart , every sentiment that sways the soul , every action or character in the vast realms of history or the bound- less world about us , the preacher can summon obedient to his command . He ...
Σελίδα 82
... hand stroked it as I went by . What makes your cheek like a warm white rose ? . I saw something better than any one ... hands ? Love made itself into bonds and bands . Feet , whence did you come , you darling things ? From the same box ...
... hand stroked it as I went by . What makes your cheek like a warm white rose ? . I saw something better than any one ... hands ? Love made itself into bonds and bands . Feet , whence did you come , you darling things ? From the same box ...
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Alfred Tennyson Alice Cary angels Barry Cornwall beautiful bells beneath blessed born breath Bregenz BRET HARTE bright CHARLES DICKENS child cloud cold cried dark dead dear death deep died door dream earth eyes face father feel feet flowers forever GEMS George Eliot grave gray hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hour John kiss land laugh light live Longfellow look Lord morning mother never night o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Pickwick poems poet poor pray prayer rest river round Shakespeare shine shore silent sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's things THOMAS HOOD thou thought to-day Twas voice Washington Irving wave weary wife wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind words young
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Σελίδα 599 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Σελίδα 207 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, — Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Σελίδα 261 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Σελίδα 158 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Σελίδα 818 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Σελίδα 202 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Σελίδα 521 - 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.
Σελίδα 260 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Σελίδα 278 - 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.
Σελίδα 547 - But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.