 | 1872 - 710 страници
...birth ! And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers which never bloomed on earth. . HW Longfellow. 302. BUSINESS, Vain. The business of the world is child's play mere; Too many, ah !... | |
 | 1872 - 900 страници
...birth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers which never bloomed on earth. : ! HENRY WAUSWORTH LONGFELLOW. FOE CHARLIE'S SAKE. THE night is late, the house b still ; The angels... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1872 - 730 страници
...bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers which never bloomed on earth. With thy rnde ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod, And spread the...God, This is the place where human harvests grow? THE GOBLET OF LIFE. FILLED is Life's goblet to the brim ; And though my eyes with tears are dim, I... | |
 | Walter Field - 1873 - 344 страници
...again At the great harvest, when the archangel's blast Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain. M With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod....God : This is the place where human harvests grow." Longfellow. \ ' GRAVE-STONES ND so Matthew, the old sexton's little daughter is to be buried today.... | |
 | English poetry - 1873 - 390 страници
...birth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers, which never bloomed on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,...God ; This is the place where human harvests grow. NUEEMBEEG. BY LONGFELLOW. IN the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow- lands Eise the blue... | |
 | 1874 - 686 страници
...birth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers which never bloomed on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod...God ; This is the place where human harvests grow ! 1840. H. VV. LONGFBLLOW. THE DEAD ARE LIKE THE STARS BY DAY. '~T*HE dead are like the stars by day,... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1874 - 484 страници
...Lethe, instead of sinking beneath the surface with the crowd of common books. CHAPTER V. GOD' a ACRE. " This is the field and acre of our God, This is the place where human harvests grow." LONGFELLOW. OUR present chapter must needs be less cheerful than its immediate predecessor. On that... | |
 | Alfred Porter Putnam - 1875 - 590 страници
...birth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers which never bloomed on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,...our God, This is the place where human harvests grow ! THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD. The last four stanzas. ~V\7"ERE half the power that fills the world with... | |
 | Alfred Porter Putnam - 1875 - 592 страници
...birth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers which never bloomed on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,...our God, This is the place where human harvests grow ! THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD. The last four stanzas. . half the power that fills the world with terror,... | |
 | Select thoughts, Edwin Davies (D.D.) - 1875 - 858 страници
...birth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers which never bloomed on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,...God, This is the place where human harvests grow. — Lontifclloa. BTJBIAL-SEBVICE.- -The Church's Our Mother, the Church hath never a child To honour... | |
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With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod, And spread the furrow for the seed we sow ; This is the field and Acre of our God, This is the place, where human harvests grow ! TO THE RIVER CHARLES. 
