Living Thoughts in Words that Burn, from Poet, Sage and HumoristElliott & Beezley, 1891 - 382 σελίδες |
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... round , A sweet little baby lay . It lay on the frosty door - step , A peart little two - months ' child ; Dumbfounded and slow , I raised it so , And it looked in my face and smiled . And so , as I kissed and loved it , I grajuly ...
... round , A sweet little baby lay . It lay on the frosty door - step , A peart little two - months ' child ; Dumbfounded and slow , I raised it so , And it looked in my face and smiled . And so , as I kissed and loved it , I grajuly ...
Σελίδα 20
... round the buttercups of gold : Where the dusky turtle lies basking on the gravel Of the sunny sandbar of the middle - tide , And the ghostly dragon - fly pauses in his travel To rest like a blossom where the water - lily died . Heigh ...
... round the buttercups of gold : Where the dusky turtle lies basking on the gravel Of the sunny sandbar of the middle - tide , And the ghostly dragon - fly pauses in his travel To rest like a blossom where the water - lily died . Heigh ...
Σελίδα 29
... round us grew , We felt the falling of the dew ; For from us , ere the day was done , The wooded hills shut out the sun . But on the river's farther side , We saw the hill - tops glorified— A tender glow , exceeding fair , A dream of ...
... round us grew , We felt the falling of the dew ; For from us , ere the day was done , The wooded hills shut out the sun . But on the river's farther side , We saw the hill - tops glorified— A tender glow , exceeding fair , A dream of ...
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... round . So shall his name outlast These walls and temples vast , Yea , e'en his native land , Though ages drift like sand . ” He ceased . The young wife said : " But he is dead , is dead . " Up then a sculptor spake : " Why sorrow for ...
... round . So shall his name outlast These walls and temples vast , Yea , e'en his native land , Though ages drift like sand . ” He ceased . The young wife said : " But he is dead , is dead . " Up then a sculptor spake : " Why sorrow for ...
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... round my couch ; My eyes so dim , they cannot see their tears . God lays His hand upon me , -yea , His hand , And not His rod - the gentle hand that I Felt , those three years , so oft pressed in mine , In friendship such as passeth ...
... round my couch ; My eyes so dim , they cannot see their tears . God lays His hand upon me , -yea , His hand , And not His rod - the gentle hand that I Felt , those three years , so oft pressed in mine , In friendship such as passeth ...
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
ancholy arms beautiful bell beneath bird bless bliss breast breath bright Charon cloud cried cup of Jamshid dark dead dear death deep delight Dora dream earth EPES SARGENT eternal eyes face fair fall fear feel flowers FRANK DESPREZ George Somers grave gray hawks hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour human JOSEPH ADDISON king Lasca light LIVING THOUGHTS look Lord marriage Menippus mind morning mortal nature never night o'er once pain passed passion pleasure poor pride Rasselas rest round Sancho Sancho Panza shore sigh silent sleep smile song soul sound spirit stood struldbrugs sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH thou art tonian turn Twas virtue voice weary wife WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wings wonder young youth
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Σελίδα 270 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
Σελίδα 99 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Σελίδα 97 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Σελίδα 46 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Σελίδα 43 - In their last sleep— the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Σελίδα 47 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday; — Thou child of joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy shepherd-boy!
Σελίδα 98 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Σελίδα 61 - Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a...
Σελίδα 297 - To spend too much time in studies, is sloth; to use them too much for ornament, is affectation; to make judgment wholly by their rules is the humour of a scholar. They perfect nature, and are perfected by experience: for natural abilities are like natural plants, that need pruning by study; and studies themselves do give forth directions too much at large, except they be bounded in by experience. Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them: for they teach not their own...
Σελίδα 71 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you "—here I opened wide the door.