Flowers Plucked by a Traveller on the Journey of LifeGeorge W. Light, 1840 - 72 стор. |
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... hath changed not around or above ; But we read not with open untutored eyes , Its lessons of wisdom and love . Take back , then , each lesson of idle lore , We have learned of the school man's art ; And give us that priceless gem once ...
... hath changed not around or above ; But we read not with open untutored eyes , Its lessons of wisdom and love . Take back , then , each lesson of idle lore , We have learned of the school man's art ; And give us that priceless gem once ...
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... hath dared the ocean wave , The sea storm , undismayed , To find an early , lonely grave , Beneath the forest shade . Though wasted is that form , once fair , And blanched that once bright cheek , Yet is there something lingering there ...
... hath dared the ocean wave , The sea storm , undismayed , To find an early , lonely grave , Beneath the forest shade . Though wasted is that form , once fair , And blanched that once bright cheek , Yet is there something lingering there ...
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... hath run . They may not curb the heart's flow there , Nor gaze in apathy , When one so young and passing fair , Hath lain her down to die . And death upon that pilgrim band Hath laid his finger cold , And wasted , with unsparing hand ...
... hath run . They may not curb the heart's flow there , Nor gaze in apathy , When one so young and passing fair , Hath lain her down to die . And death upon that pilgrim band Hath laid his finger cold , And wasted , with unsparing hand ...
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Charles Taber Congdon. And not as yet hath dropped a tear , For one so loved of all , And yet must fall upon her ear , The grim king's whispering call . And hear her speak ! " My husband , thou Hast e'er been loved by me ; Though I must ...
Charles Taber Congdon. And not as yet hath dropped a tear , For one so loved of all , And yet must fall upon her ear , The grim king's whispering call . And hear her speak ! " My husband , thou Hast e'er been loved by me ; Though I must ...
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... hath Its rocky journeyings to bless ; I thought , it could not be , its scorn Could reach one fair and good as she ; Thought that no heart could leave hers lorn Who trusted its fidelity . But ah ! a voice came from the past , Which told ...
... hath Its rocky journeyings to bless ; I thought , it could not be , its scorn Could reach one fair and good as she ; Thought that no heart could leave hers lorn Who trusted its fidelity . But ah ! a voice came from the past , Which told ...
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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.