Flowers Plucked by a Traveller on the Journey of LifeGeorge W. Light, 1840 - 72 стор. |
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... · · Life , . • • Lines to a Dear Friend , " Trust in Thyself , " Lines Written in Dejection , Valedictory , • 15 • 18 19 22 · 25 29 32 37 40 · · 43 · 45 48 • 53 56 60 64 66 68 70 1 1 Go ! little brain - begot ! Companion.
... · · Life , . • • Lines to a Dear Friend , " Trust in Thyself , " Lines Written in Dejection , Valedictory , • 15 • 18 19 22 · 25 29 32 37 40 · · 43 · 45 48 • 53 56 60 64 66 68 70 1 1 Go ! little brain - begot ! Companion.
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... coming year . Yes ! written on the heart With fiery pen , their record sears it now , And e'er will waste ; -upon the Helot's brow , The brand remains , though part The links that bind him down ; though we may 3 25 To the Old Year,
... coming year . Yes ! written on the heart With fiery pen , their record sears it now , And e'er will waste ; -upon the Helot's brow , The brand remains , though part The links that bind him down ; though we may 3 25 To the Old Year,
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... written on river and rock , And on the eloquent sky , A story from whose spirit - tones Man cannot fly ; For it comes to his heart with a tone of love , And pleads for admittance there , And we listen with stinging ears To its prayer ...
... written on river and rock , And on the eloquent sky , A story from whose spirit - tones Man cannot fly ; For it comes to his heart with a tone of love , And pleads for admittance there , And we listen with stinging ears To its prayer ...
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... leman . With soft wings around me fly , While I live , and when I die , So that Life may never be A mere holiday for me ; So that Death , when it shall come , Shall be shorn of wo and gloom . 63 LINES TO A DEAR FRIEND . WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM.
... leman . With soft wings around me fly , While I live , and when I die , So that Life may never be A mere holiday for me ; So that Death , when it shall come , Shall be shorn of wo and gloom . 63 LINES TO A DEAR FRIEND . WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM.
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Charles Taber Congdon. LINES TO A DEAR FRIEND . WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM . It is not long we two may walk Beside each other , on Life's way ; A few more hours of pleasant talk— Perhaps but one more happy day— And I and thou must part , and ...
Charles Taber Congdon. LINES TO A DEAR FRIEND . WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM . It is not long we two may walk Beside each other , on Life's way ; A few more hours of pleasant talk— Perhaps but one more happy day— And I and thou must part , and ...
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ANGEL VISITS beautiful beneath bitterness bless blest blue blue skies bosom BOSTON-LIBRARY SOCIETY breath bright brooks brother brow by-gone cheek cheer child's a thing CHILDHOOD cold coming darksome Death DIRGE doth dream e'er earth hath earthly fair child's flowers flowers-the FRIEND IN HEAVEN gaze glad grave hale old hath given heart heavenly holy hope hour impulse smother Journeying know'st LADY ARABELLA JOHNSON laughing lessons light lips that fair look memory's merry MONITOR FRIEND mortal mother neath pleasant PLUCKED scorn Seraphic sere shadowy shalt mourn shining shower-like Sing skies and green smiling song sorrow soul strangely o'er sunbeams sweet swift tale tears thine thing of praise thou art thou hast seen thou shalt thought throng Thy spirit tomb trees TRUST IN THYSELF truth hath learned VALEDICTORY VISION Voice of spring warm weep wert West Indies Ye have flown young youth
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Сторінка 3 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Сторінка 22 - ... and honor, and glory to God, who had come down for their deliverance. In such exercises, the evening was spent, until the hour of twelve approached. The missionary then proposed, that when the clock on the Cathedral should begin to strike, the whole congregation should fall upon their knees, and receive the boon of freedom in silence. Accordingly, as the loud bell tolled its first note, the crowded assembly prostrated themselves on their knees.
Сторінка 22 - The capacious house was filled with the candidates for liberty. All was animation and eagerness. A mighty chorus of voices swelled the song of expectation and joy, and as they united in prayer, the voice of the leader was drowned in the universal acclamation...
Сторінка 22 - All was silence, save the quivering half-stifled breath of the struggling spirit. The slow notes of the clock fell upon the multitude ; peal on peal, peal on peal, rolled over the prostrate throng, in tones of angels' voices, thrilling among the desolate chords and weary heart-strings.
Сторінка 29 - Here, in this mirror, Let man behold the circuit of his fortunes ; The season of the Spring dawns like the Morning, Bedewing Childhood with unrelish'd beauties Of gaudy sights ; the Summer, as the Noon, Shines in delight of Youth, and ripens strength To Autumn's Manhood ; here the Evening grows, And knits up all felicity in folly : Winter at last draws on the Night of Age...
Сторінка 22 - Father's throne. taken fwm tfye liShnll the prey bo taken from the mighty, or the lawful captive delivered?
Сторінка 1 - Flowers Plucked by a Traveller on the Journey of Life. By. Charles T. Congdon. Boston, 1840.