Living Thoughts in Words that Burn, from Poet, Sage and HumoristElliott & Beezley, 1891 - 382 страници |
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... and I whispers low , " My darlingest , can't you cry ? " She gave me a smile for answer , Then over her work she bowed , And all through the night her needle bright Was sewing the little shroud . In the gray of the winter morning , The sun.
... and I whispers low , " My darlingest , can't you cry ? " She gave me a smile for answer , Then over her work she bowed , And all through the night her needle bright Was sewing the little shroud . In the gray of the winter morning , The sun.
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... smile , She'd sew at a little shroud . And then , through the day and darkness , And all through the endless night , I sat at her side while she shrieked and cried , And I thought it would ne'er be light . And still the blackness ...
... smile , She'd sew at a little shroud . And then , through the day and darkness , And all through the endless night , I sat at her side while she shrieked and cried , And I thought it would ne'er be light . And still the blackness ...
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... smile , at eve , breaks o'er me without warning From its speechless , pale , perpetual reproach . When life's dawning glimmer yet had all the tint there Of the orient , in the freshness of the grass ( Ah , what feet since then have ...
... smile , at eve , breaks o'er me without warning From its speechless , pale , perpetual reproach . When life's dawning glimmer yet had all the tint there Of the orient , in the freshness of the grass ( Ah , what feet since then have ...
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... smiles and laughter and joys of earth , have found their method to be , not a form of development , but a blight ... smile , and ate only little bread and oil and salt , and sat on a little bunch of straw by day , which bundle became ...
... smiles and laughter and joys of earth , have found their method to be , not a form of development , but a blight ... smile , and ate only little bread and oil and salt , and sat on a little bunch of straw by day , which bundle became ...
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... smile and joy of earth , to that distance have they also blighted the other natural powers of the soul . In the effort to overthrow pleasure , these men have dragged down all else . The mind hastens to pass into a stupor when it has ...
... smile and joy of earth , to that distance have they also blighted the other natural powers of the soul . In the effort to overthrow pleasure , these men have dragged down all else . The mind hastens to pass into a stupor when it has ...
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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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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.