The Wheat-sheaf, a Suggestive Reader: Containing Germs of Pure and Noble Thoughts for the Youthful MindW.P. Hazard, 1853 - 396 страници |
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... NINEVEH - A . H. LAYARD , 182 COWPER'S GRAVE - E . B. BARRETT , 188 AN ANGEL VISIT , REGINALD HEBER - AMELIA OPIE , THANATOPSIS - BRYANT , VISION OF IMMORTALITY - BRYANT , 192 196 · 198 201 CONTENTS . xi THE NEPENTHES , OR PITCHER PLANT -
... NINEVEH - A . H. LAYARD , 182 COWPER'S GRAVE - E . B. BARRETT , 188 AN ANGEL VISIT , REGINALD HEBER - AMELIA OPIE , THANATOPSIS - BRYANT , VISION OF IMMORTALITY - BRYANT , 192 196 · 198 201 CONTENTS . xi THE NEPENTHES , OR PITCHER PLANT -
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... , ELWOOD'S DESCRIPTION OF GEO . Fox , MONT BLANC - L . E. L. , WAR - WASHINGTON IRVING , 381 384 386 388 DYMOND'S GRAVE , 389 PEACE CONVENTION AT BRUSSELS - J . G. W. , 390 GOD - DERZHAVIN , 393 THE WHEAT - SHEAF . · Education . BY CHARLES.
... , ELWOOD'S DESCRIPTION OF GEO . Fox , MONT BLANC - L . E. L. , WAR - WASHINGTON IRVING , 381 384 386 388 DYMOND'S GRAVE , 389 PEACE CONVENTION AT BRUSSELS - J . G. W. , 390 GOD - DERZHAVIN , 393 THE WHEAT - SHEAF . · Education . BY CHARLES.
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... grave , are gathered and pressed to the bosom , on the margin of these quiet waters ; if in short , the very silence of the scene , is not too much for the feeble heart of man , which if deprived of the stay of external things , will ...
... grave , are gathered and pressed to the bosom , on the margin of these quiet waters ; if in short , the very silence of the scene , is not too much for the feeble heart of man , which if deprived of the stay of external things , will ...
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... grave of Lazarus , or to the bier of the wid- ow's son for benevolence ? let the mind dwell for a moment on the cleansed leper , on the blind restored to sight , and on that heart stirring scene where he stood in the midst of the ...
... grave of Lazarus , or to the bier of the wid- ow's son for benevolence ? let the mind dwell for a moment on the cleansed leper , on the blind restored to sight , and on that heart stirring scene where he stood in the midst of the ...
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... grave to give up its dead , and the solid earth to tremble beneath the footsteps . of his persecutors . Dwell upon his life , and upon every sepa- rate act of his life , and the soul must become imbued with a sense of its health ...
... grave to give up its dead , and the solid earth to tremble beneath the footsteps . of his persecutors . Dwell upon his life , and upon every sepa- rate act of his life , and the soul must become imbued with a sense of its health ...
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Страница 276 - 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, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Страница 159 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Страница 199 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.
Страница 198 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Страница 199 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Страница 198 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Страница 358 - It is easy' in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Страница 199 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Страница 275 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro...
Страница 174 - ... 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.