 | George Barrell Cheever - 1846 - 430 страници
...detaching them from the hidden reefs of thought in our immortal being, and tossing them over the ocean. " Ever drifting, drifting, drifting, On the shifting...like hoarded Household words, no more depart." The reader will find, in our two pilgrimages, a rehearsal, if I may so speak, of most of the noted passes... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1847 - 382 страници
...detaching them from the hidden reefs of thought in our immortal being, and tossing them over the ocean. " Ever drifting, drifting, drifting, On the shifting...like hoarded Household words, no more depart. The reader will find, in our two pilgrimages, a rehearsal, if I may so speak, of most of the noted passes... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1848 - 242 страници
...detaching them from the hidden reefs of thought in our immortal being, and tossing them over the ocean. " Ever drifting, drifting, drifting, On the shifting...like hoarded Household words, no more depart." The reader will find, in our two pilgrimages, a rehearsal, if I may so speak, of most of the noted passes... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 170 страници
...with the tides of Fate; From the wreck of Hopes far-scattered, Tempest-shattered, Floating waste and desolate ; — Ever drifting, drifting, drifting On...books recorded, They, like hoarded Household words, DO more depart. THE DAY IS DONE. The day is done, and the darkness Fall from the wings of night, As... | |
 | 430 страници
...lamp, which was kindled by their ray, to guide our steps to the East again, where the dawn is :" — THE DAY IS DONE. The day Is done, and the darkness...is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I sec the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist. And a feeling of sadness comes o'er... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - 1849 - 200 страници
...with the tides of Fate ; From the wreck of Hopes far-scattered, Tempest shattered, Floating waste and desolate ; — Ever drifting, drifting, drifting On...They, like hoarded Household words, no more depart. "I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY." BY WILLIAM CUTTER. • It is true there are shadows as well as lights, clouds... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 страници
...the Endeavour That for ever Wrestles with the tides of Fate ; From the wreck of Hopes far-scattered, Ever drifting, drifting, drifting On the shifting...They, like hoarded Household words, no more depart. EARLIER POEMS. EARLIER POEMS.1 AN APRIL DAY. WHEN the warm sun that brings Seed-time and harvest, has... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 страници
...other than it is. This alone is health and happiness. This alone is life." 29* PROEM TO "THE WAIF." THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - 256 страници
...; From the wreck of Hopes far-scattered, Tempest-shattered, Floating waste and desolate ; — Kvcr drifting, drifting, drifting On the shifting Currents...is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I sec the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er... | |
 | 1852 - 978 страници
...with the tides of Fate; From the wreck of Hopes far scattered Tempest-shattered , Floating waste and desolate ; Ever drifting, drifting, drifting, On the...They, like hoarded ' Household words/ no more depart." lUliginn. IS THE STRICT OBSERVANCE OF A SABBATH, AS ENJOINED IN THE OLD TESTAMENT, INCUMBENT UPON CHRISTIANS... | |
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THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight. 
